Happy Thanksgiving Eve ya'll! Please excuse the (very authentic, Paula Deen styyyyle) southern slang, but I am currently binging on "Friday Night Lights" aka the longer and more God-fearing version of Varsity Blues, and the "ya'll-in" is just plain contagious! This post is dedicated to Southern Hospitality (and no, unfortunately, I do NOT mean JT's restaurant - if that even still exists...?) and all things CONNIE BRITTON. I am obsessed with this woman - so much so that I am submitting my application for "Mom Swap" and crossing my fingers...whats not to love about Marissa Miller's older, probably a bit more promiscuous, smoke-a-pack-day, slightly more sun-damaged sister? (ps. obvs she's not her sister, but come on, they totally look related, do they not??!) I first fell in love with the ginger-haired beauty a few short weeks ago when I hesitantly watched the first episode of Ryan Murphy's new hot mess, "American Horror Story". I am continuously amazed by how much subtle (or blatant) sexuality and gratuitous violence Murph-dawg can throw at tv audiences - I don't know who he had to blow to get where he is today but god bless him and his disturbed mind because he freaks me out (and I mean that in a way I am totally lurrrrrving!).
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Anyturkey, Connie is making me appreciate living below the poverty level in gun-loving Texas and making me wish it was socially acceptable to bone high school boys because those football boys are SEXAY! Granted, they are def 30 years old playing 16 (Minka Kelly, go back to sucking on Derek Jeter's man tittays because you aint foolin' anyone!) but it is SO hot - and the dad/coach/bomb-diffuser from Grey's anatomy who blew up after saving that bitch Meredith's life (the horror) i mean COME ON - talk about southern sex on a stick - mmmmm, lucky Connie Britton - hottie Grey's bomb-diffuser AND Dylan McD?! She must have been god damn mother theresa in a past life because gurl is KILLIN IT! Betch!!!!
lucky betch.
*posted by samantics
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