Oh, please. He’ll be 18 in four months. And even if I met him now, I probably wouldn’t be able to lure him into the locker room showers for at LEAST six months, so it’s fine. And besides, HE’S the one walking through the Paris airport playing with his raging semi. And HE’S the one grabbing his crotch while singing about Christmas. And he was ALMOST just a father. So it’s like he’s just asking for it, if you ask me. (via Poison Paradise)