| In openly (over the god damn internet) admiting my heartfelt swooning over Guy, I run a high risk of seeming a hormonally hyperactive and hot-Guy-crazy whore of shamelessness: It's one thing to lust after musicans and actors and such who live so far away they hardly seem like real people, it is, however, quite another to make well described claims of momentary pining over those who live in your own town, a town which itself is so small it may well be cheers bar. None the less, If you weren't aware, the Tigers are hothot band from Perth, for which Guy here, plays a hothot guitar. He may well tell you that fondling this particular musican is a 'highly underwhelming experience', but from the way he fondles that gee-tar, and shakes it like a motherfucker about to explode on heat, this claim hardly seems accurate. But go appreciate their rock and their roll before you go telling him how hot he is. |
