All Night You Can Call Me

I usually hate getting junk mail or forwards in my email, especially if I'm expected to "pass it on" or whatever, but every once in a while I get one that is so deliciously fabulous that I want to find the person from which it originated and give them a big hug and kiss.

Like the forward I just got from a friend, subject line: YUMMY!, featuring the most scrumptious looking brothas... and yeah, a lot of them look like maybe they don't play for my team (Mr. Handcuffs, I'm looking at you...), but a girl can dream (and salivate), can't she:

*smooches...all of a sudden feelin' a little faint*
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when did this room start spinning? And what is this tingly-ness circulating throughout my body?

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Title courtesy of Ginuwine, "When We Make Love"