I heard a shockingly loud noise just a few moments ago and felt the Earth quaking beneath my feet--came over here and realized it was the sound of women and men all over America hitting the ground with a volcanic THUD as their senses left them from the onslaught of sheer, manly, unbridled, unexcelled, unexampled hardcore seven-oils-and-seasonings STUDLINESS that IS Quentin Collins in today's Photo. Mercy Miss Percy!
This is the kind of thing that, in days of old, used to have "Weredoggie" writing long, passionate screeds about "chew-toys" and loud, forceful baying at the moon--and no wonder.
I am fanning myself as best I am able in the suddenly TORRID atmosphere in here--it's HOT! and so is he.
G.