Remember way back when, when I was extolling the virtues and confessing my dirty, dirty thoughts about certain young Mr Foster?
HOLY. CRAP. Baby gone growed up good.
Oh, and when he spreads 'em. Hold. Me. Back.
The boy and I saw the latest X-Men film last night. Lots of fun, not as emotionally involving as the other two IMHO, but you can't fault the action. I won't spoiler it, but let's just say that there is the hissy fit meltdown of all time! I wish I had those powers when I took on Fitness Last...
Sadly, nowhere near enough air time for the delicious Mr Foster. Maybe I have a thing for pretty boy angels... because there is the whole Mr John Phillip Law obsession too. Now where did I put that Barbarella DVD?