There is nothing more pleasantly vexing than being called “sexy.”
Go home, you sexy son of a gun.
There is something astronomically sexy about a one-man, single-shot music video. Or maybe it’s just something about these two men for me.
I can’t be the only one addicted to his tendency to repeat his words, his love of skipping from time to time, and his unnatural connection to his skateboard.
Am I right?