It is here that I live, forever in the depths of the depths of the ultimate depths of Taylor Hell. No, I don't want to ever come out...I want to stay in this Evil Lair with this picture of Shirtless Taylor, the God of All that is Perfect and Luscious, forever.

I have slithered into the deepest depths of Hell -you can't get any lower than this. I have committed:

"Taylorcide"
definition to follow

Behold....

I didn't think anything else could be as worthy of the Lair as the 'Shirtless Tay' picture above but there is and it is yet another cause of 'Taylorcide'...
That tank top, that bicep, that *HAIR!* (Somebody save our pitiful souls....This is 'Rock God' personified...) Or as a one of my evil friends put it, 'the finest piece of humanity.' Let's hear an AMEN to that, Evil Sisters!

Believe it or not, I have been laying unconscious here in the Lair since yesterday (Nov. 11th). Why you are asking? Let's go to Exhibits 1, 2, 3 and 4...

Pouty lips, eyes closed with pouty lips, and two extreme close-ups. Oh, the suffering we endure here in the Lair...

Ahhhhhhh..........the lair is the only place to be, don't you agree?

And now, God help us, for the most recent, succulent, deliciously edible pic to date:

As you can see, I'm going to be in here a while...... might or might not be back out. I'll let ya know...

MmmmHMMM...it was well worth the trip through the Lair to reach the ultimate depths, wasn't it now?? >;-)

Taylorcide, as defined by your lovely, yet most evil host:

"The act of submerging yourself into all that is Jordan Taylor Hanson, rendering yourself totally, utterly, completely useless to perform any activities that are separate from or non-Taylor-related"

"Taylorcide, it's the only way to go"

Lead Me To Luscious!