Despite what you all may assume, he did not graduate the Paul Mitchell school of incredibly handsome male hotties looking dashing in black. You're looking at a bona fide Civil Engineer. Woo hoo!! Even sexier. If you look reaaaally reaaallly close you can see the tossed panties of all the other civil engineer groupies I had to fend off.
It's the calves. It's all about the calves. No man can resist blindingly white calves streaked with a hint of cellulite. (And no, I'm not the cute one sitting next to the fat calf girl with the pudgy pregnant arms)
The gorgeous little karaoke starlet entertained the crowd with a soulful rendition of " BBAAAAAAAA AAAAAA BA BAAAAAAAAAA." We were so lucky to have booked her early. She doesn't normally make such appearances for the average middle class graduation party.
A starlet who displayed her mother's Hollywood-esque sense of poise and control when sampling the cake. "HHHmmmm, this looks nice. Too many calories. I'll just poke it."
"Okay, maybe one bite."
"There. Deliciously satisfying. Wait, is anyone looking?!! Quick! Flash a charming smile and nobody will notice....."
"Cake? Oh no thank you, I already had one bite and I'm great."
Good girl Lily. You'll soon have enough calf cellulite to attract any Civil Engineering Stallion you desire.
I love you Tyler!!! I love you Lily! I am too lucky!