[Amanda Seyfried looks smokin hot in these pictures, so it's
a real shame they're going to be wasted inside next month's Esquire. The only
people who read that magazine are men who know the difference between "celadon"
and "chartreuse" and can rattle off every album Abba ever made in chronological
order. So Catholic priests, then. I thought that was pretty obvious.]
Aww! Smokin' hot reminds me of my other boyfriend, Bret Michaels. Sigh. Not that we'd ever see Amanda on the Rock of Love Bus - but you're going to have to leave me alone with my dreams, for just a moment...

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