Still Here, Just a Little Busy

Sex and The City Hotties

As always, I feel the need to shed a light on my disappearance from the shirtless men industry. The only reason for nil postings for the past couple of days is because… drumroll please… I’m in the LAND OF THE GINGES! That’s right bitches, mommy is in Ireland. That should explain every damn thing. I don’t know either to drool, type or breathe. So many cute men, so little time! Well, fortunately I am able squeeze some time between boy gazing and do some decent posts. Meanwhile, here are some caps from one of my favorite “Sex and The City” episodes (totally unrelated, but hey) featuring Steve Richard Harris aka “The Hot Gardener” and Jacob Pitts aka “The Wide Eyed College Ginge”.

Jacob Pitts

Jacob Pitts

Jacob Pitts

Jacob Pitts Shirtless

Jacob Pitts Shirtless

Jacob Pitts Shirtless

Jacob Pitts Shirtless

Jacob Pitts Shirtless

Jacob Pitts Shirtless

Jacob Pitts Shirtless

Jacob Pitts Shirtless

Jacob Pitts Shirtless

Jacob Pitts Shirtless

Jacob Pitts Shirtless

Jacob Pitts Shirtless

Jacob Pitts Shirtless

Jacob Pitts Shirtless

Steve Richard Harris Shirtless

Steve Richard Harris Shirtless

Steve Richard Harris Shirtless

Steve Richard Harris Shirtless

Steve Richard Harris Shirtless

Steve Richard Harris Shirtless

Steve Richard Harris Shirtless

Steve Richard Harris Shirtless

Steve Richard Harris Shirtless

Steve Richard Harris Shirtless

Steve Richard Harris Shirtless

Steve Richard Harris Shirtless

Steve Richard Harris Shirtless

Steve Richard Harris Shirtless

Steve Richard Harris Shirtless

Steve Richard Harris Shirtless

Steve Richard Harris Shirtless

Steve Richard Harris Shirtless

Steve Richard Harris Shirtless

Steve Richard Harris Shirtless

Steve Richard Harris Shirtless

Steve Richard Harris Shirtless

Steve Richard Harris Shirtless

  • robertg

    the ONLY reason I watch SITC was because of the hunkola MEN! And weren’t there a bevy of ‘em!!!!

    As for the trash-mouthed, over-stimulated, fashionistas [especially the bow-legged, horse-faced Sarah Jessica Parker — only reason to tolerate: her good taste in husbands — I just don’t get it, don’t get it, do NOT understand her appeal] who meet over Cosmopolitans and smut it up like drunken sailors, you can have ‘em.

    So, I guess this show was to prove a point: that women do sit around discussing big dicks, bubble butts, muscularity, hair gods, ravishing fcuks,
    outstanding bj’s, etc., etc., etc., just as men, stereotypically BTW, sit around discussing big boobs, hot asses, generous hips, silky thighs, luscious lips, ravishing fcuks, outstanding bj’s, etc., etc.

    In other words, “what do they think we do all the time? Paint our nails, get free cosmetic makeovers at Sak’s, shop, shop, shop, shop til we drop, figure out the most outlandish and inappropriate things to wear DURING THE DAYTIME!!!, and send in creative recipes to the Pillsbury Bakeoff hoping for the $1M prize?

    Yes.

    And this unrealistic show did NOTHING to dispel that. If ever there were 4 more empty-headed shallow dipwads representing American women, or women anywhere for that matter, it was this distressing crew. The Kim Cattrall character ate dicks and balls, non-shaved for her, thank you very much, with heavy cream and maple syrup for breakfast every day. A completely unbelievable portrayal.

    But, but BUUUUUUUUUT: Those GUYS!!! Oy! THOSE I miss. :(

    OK lady droolers: throw them brickbats!

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