So I've been meaning to post this for a couple of days now but I've been on some nonsense of a different level but this makes me oooh so happy and jealous and every other emotion. Mr. Channing Tatum, Vanity Fair April 2009.
I shall eat him for breakfast, brunch, lunch, liner, dinner and dessert. And bullshit to the fact that he's 28. He's all kinds of delicious.