Ladies Night with Magic Mike

Last night, the girls and I went and had some grub then proceeded to drool over half naked men for about 2 hours.

Oh, Magic Mike.

It was like an up-close-and-personal viewing of Chippendale's. And I'm not going to lie...but I liked it.

Except the part where they had to go and throw a cheesy story line in there and take away from all of the drooling. 

Not the greatest of actors. Not the greatest of stories.

But, oh. Oh, that dancing.

Channing, you sure know your moves don't you?

I never really thought much of him {or his acting}. 

But during the movie, alright fine, I can see what you ladies like so much.

And, Matthew...you weren't so bad yourself.

Here's a little eye candy for your Thursday:

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All throughout the movie, I just couldn't help but wish I could go home to someone with that kind of body, those kinds of moves, and rub coconut oil or something all over their chest and abs.

Then I remembered, oh wait...I can. ;)

{Sorry to whore you out, Boo. But it was necessary for this post. I'm sure you understand? 

The ladies and I appreciate it greatly.}

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xoxo

Happy Thursday!