There was absolutely nothing on TV last night. And in such cases, I turn to my numero uno guilty pleasure: Pro Wrestling.
Yes, the acting is terrible. Yes it’s fakey. Yes, the storylines are camper than a boyscout jamboree.
But damn, if the menz aren’t HAWT!
I fell in lust with a couple new ones last night. First up- Antonio Cesaro.
He looks like Jason Statham. If Jason were Swiss. And 6’5″!!
Next up– bad boy CM Punk:
Sometimes he has long hair, sometimes shorter, sometimes a beard, sometimes some biker beard modification.
When I speak of liking guys who look like they just got out of prison, THIS is what I mean.
Are you pointing at me, sir? You want me to join you in your dressing room? Where you are going to gag me with your sweaty trunks while fucking me through a couch?
Well… Alright.
Mangina Monologues 
I have a thing for smirks (as you may already know). Gimme a confident smirk and I’ll pull my pants down and bend over. So, I’ll take Antonio. You get the human coloring book.
I wish more men like CM Punk would walk into my studio….
You crack me up!
I you need is a red light and a bottle of poppers and the WWE…..well you know.
cb, what does it say across CM Punk’s stomach? I have a hard time reading that scrolly stuff.
Antonio is definitely hot. The other one needs a long-sleeved shirt.