If I woke up from a coma, and Channing Tatum were sitting next to me insisting he was my husband I would probably say, "Okay... let's go with that." And then keep my mouth shut.
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Exactly.
ReplyDeleteBy the way, I spent an embarassing amount of time staring at Mr Tatum's....hat.
What a hot piece.
Hat? There's a hat? I see nothing but hard... gleaming... begging to be licked...sunglasses.
ReplyDeleteYou guys raise an excellent point: Why is he carrying so much stuff? A basketball?
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