Careful, everyone. Avert your eyes, alert the church elders because this post contains pure sex:
You know you want it.
A sleepy looking, scruffy, salt and pepper-haired Ben Affleck.
I could chip a tooth off of his back muscles. I don’t even mind the flat bum and kindergarten pants look that’s going on south of the navel.
Just hug me. Hold me. Bring on the beard burn. Like steel wool, just rub your face all over my face. It’s okay if you draw blood. I’ll wear my disfigurement like a badge.
I can go to sleep now.
Thank you, Internet. Thank you.
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