It’s the summer of abs
By Spirit Fingers
Good one Ryan, when Reese sees this surely she will weep bitter tears of regret at divorcing your beefy broad-shouldered self, and pine longingly for the supreme tautness of those man abs. Or perhaps not.


Good one Ryan, when Reese sees this surely she will weep bitter tears of regret at divorcing your beefy broad-shouldered self, and pine longingly for the supreme tautness of those man abs. Or perhaps not.

August 17th, 2008 at 9:00 pm
Long hair, buff body, leather pants, pirate boots. It just doesn’t get any better. But jeez, Reese, represent! I wore that outfit to Girl Guide camp when I was ten!
August 18th, 2008 at 4:14 am
Yummy! After dinner, leave room for dessert!
August 19th, 2008 at 2:04 am
I was an extra in that Mark Ruffallo/Reese Witherspoon supernatural romance stinker set in San Francisco, and what astonished us all was that they were both about three feet tall. I’m exaggerating, but not much. And the perfectly beautiful and petite Ryan isn’t that much taller than Reese, if my memory of their connubial shots together are correct. So way to go, Reese, and bring in those five-foot genes into the picture.
August 19th, 2008 at 5:35 pm
holy crap