i saw narnia last night, and i must admit that something distracted me throughout the film. no, it wasn’t the talking beavers or tilda swinton’’s icicle tiara. it was eldest brother peter (played by the delicious william moseley) that demanded my attention.
i know that several of my companions also enjoyed mr. moseley, so at least i am not alone in my shameful lust. maybe it’s the accent, or maybe it was the fact that he looked hot wielding a sword (!). whatever it was, i suddenly had a bizarre craving for jesus juice. but don’t worry! it turns out that our young hero is just barely 18 years old. so why do i still feel like a perverted old man?
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