It is yucky and absolutelyfuckinghorrible from where I live (which is quite the usual for a Sunday), so the only thing to do is to shut the curtains, wrap yourself in something warm, get the tissue box and devour these shots of a very shirtless and wet Scott Caan on the beach being the hairy furball that he always is with your eyeballs and pretend that he’s on his way to your room to warm you up and more. If that’s not the longest sentence ever, I don’t know what is.

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