So Shawn Michaels can still get me hot and bothered. Go figure.

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beard All it took was a beard. And probably some kind words to Bret Hart. Also probably that black tank top. And probably the jeans and the look that if I met him in person he’d ignore me, then flick a cigarette in my direction, sending me into a downward spiral of love and stalking.

Long story short, this beard does things for my nether regions that Shawn’s stripper moves once did for me when I was thirteen, with a similar outcome as I still find myself confused and aroused and uncertain what to do with my body.

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Hey Fandango!

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Hey Fandango!

My vagina called and it wants you to come over for some tea and Downton Abbey later today. She thinks the two of you could do beautiful #Fandangoing together. Okay, maybe not beautiful, maybe more nervous and awkward, and probably bumpy and sweaty, but it would certainly be adequate Fandangoing.