Finally, Blogger is back up. It has not let me post since yesterday. All I've gotten is a "Blogger unavailable" notice with a link to more information. Of course, the link provided absolutely no information. So Fuck You Blogger. Now, on to a late Monday's man.
No, I did not see the new Ashton Kutcher, Katherine Heigl film Killers over the weekend, and neither did many other people. Poor Katherine seems to have a case of Kate Hudsonitis - one promising start followed by years of dreck. The only reason to see the movie is Ashton's killer bod (pun, get it?).
Say what you will about Demi Moore, but the girl's no dummy. She's pushing 50 and goes home to this every night. Not bad at all.
He looks good dressed, too. At least one film critic thinks Ashton has the potential to be a Clark Gable for the 21st Century. I think that's a bit of a stretch, but one quality that he shares with Gable is a sense of humor about himself. It seems that he doesn't take himself too seriously and is in on the joke that he's the luckiest son of a bitch in the world.
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