Every morning before I open up my laptop, I say a silent prayer to the Internet gods and ask them to gift my eyes with pictures of a hot piece working his fat meat between two soft buns. Well, here’s pictures of Chris Evans holding a bag filled with a piece of fat meat between two buns while leaving Fatburger in L.A., so I guess I just have to take what I can get. I’ll try my best to ignore that Fatburger bag (In-N-Out, and maybe Five Guys, FOREVER). Thank you, Internet gods!
Here’s more of Lily Collins’ maybe piece struttin’ out of Fatburger in sweats (Side note: If he was married, his husband would totally divorce him for this shit.) and a thirsty t-shirt that’s hugging onto those ARMS for dear life. If you’re wondering if there’s peen print in these pictures, don’t. My desperate gutter tramp ass already glued my eyeballs to my screen to search for any life of a peen print and I came up empty. Those sweats have failed us all.