I tried to take a picture of a hot boy waiting at the lifts this morning, but a combination of him turning around and me not having the balls for such sneaky manoeuvres, resulted in this.
Big feet, though, big feet.
Oh, yeah, I know it is kind of tacky, but you have to have some kind of distraction from the grind of the corporate machine. You would have to agree, rather than just standing around like obedient sheep towing the business line, especially this time of the week.
3 comments:
Never mind, his hotness still oozes through.
Stalker. Christian. Stalker.
Surely, one photo does not a stalker make?
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