HBO programming decided that the Fourth of July made this a good bye week for True Blood (LAME). I've chosen to fill the resultant void with a brief tribute to the show's less intellectual assets. First, a Jezebel post with a clip that in a little over two minutes illustrates why Hoyt Fortenberry is my new Fake TV Boyfriend.
Second, if the show's cast were arranged into a sort of hotness pyramid (Why? There's really no good reason; we'll go with Why not?) this man would be the apex.
Is it next Sunday yet?
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