Merry Christmas, kegger!

I found a picture today while I was…working, yeah, working at, you know, work. And after I managed to unscramble my brains enough to form a coherent thought, I sent a copy of said picture to kegger.

We didn’t think it was possible. But it is possible. We know. We’ve seen it.

We’ve found an ass that rivals JR-M’s. But we aren’t sharing.

What? This post is called “Merry Christmas, kegger!” not “Merry Christmas all two people who read this blog”.

P.S. In case you think we’re full of BS, here are kegger’s reactions, word-for-word:

“Oh.  oh wow.  Oh goodness.  Oh.  Nice.  REALLY nice.  I mean, extra, extra nice.  Look at those butt cheeks.  I’ve always had a thing for butts; I mean, wow.  I think his ass beats Jonathan Rhys-Meyer’s ass!”

“i mean, his pants are so low that he might as well not be wearing any.  i mean… wow.  yeah, that picture is absolutely perfect.  PERRRRFECT!!!!!!  wow.  so pretty.”

” i mean, wow.  just wow.  he’s like the perfect male specimen, i think.”

“I really can’t think straight anymore.  That ass is just… wow.  I feel like my brain is mush.  I don’t know if I’m going to make it much further today.  I mean, WOW.  How the heck am I supposed to work after seeing such a flawless piece of ass?  All I wanna do is stare at it for the rest of the afternoon!”

So, yeah. It’s a great ass.

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