I dropped by Ace of Spades H.Q. to steal borrow their nifty little “DOOM” graphic to slap on to the last post about the coming collapse of the US dollar, when I happened to read a paean to the lovely Christina Hendricks by Ace. He out-and-out declares his lust for her.
No, I mean he really does:
By The Way: Christina Hendricks Is Hot
I guess I didn’t telegraph this enough, but I was kidding when I said I might not “hit” Christina Hendricks.
I mean: Seriously.
It looks like two polar bears in a Greco-Roman wrestling match.
I didn’t have an “I’d hit that like…” joke so I went the other way and pretended she wasn’t hot. I thought it would be obvious I was kidding.
I’ve written fan fic for an attempted Firefly spin-off series I call Saffron: Intergalactic Space Whore (Moderate Content Warning).
I know I didn’t telegraph this because people are still asking, “Dude, do you not think she’s hot?” So it’s on me.
So, for the record: She’s hot.
I’d hit that with the berserker fury of a dozen Norsemen. I’d hit that so hard she’d sing the aaa-aaa chorus of The Immigrant Song.
As the cool kids used to say . . . THIS.
