Please. You know I’m not going to talk about Dharma Bums or On The Road. I didn’t get an English degree for that. And plus, I’m not my 1995 boyfriend, trying desperately to have a deep conversation, so…
This is not to dismiss Jack Kerouac’s writing; if that’s what you want, check out another WP blogger. If it’s shallow and unnecessary judgment you need, you’re in the right place. And this isn’t about his cup of liquor or his pipe or his gingham or his lustful stare. It’s about how he was reincarnated as Nathan Fillion.
With a dash of Mike Rowe.
Well, this shot of a dirty hitchhiker doesn’t look too much Kerouac. I might be wrong. Perhaps I should do some more research, just to be sure.
Research is totally important.
Seriously.
Sorry, straight guys. Go cleanse your palate with some pin-ups.
I Don't Get It 
I probably shouldn’t encourage the chick stuff, but I like your style.
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🙂 Okay, no more beef for awhile.
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None of us manly men can say we weren’t forewarned by that swarthy stare straight out of the Reader. It’s OK, Kerbey. I am not all flustered by your photos. I watch ‘Castle,’ too. Love Kate on the show, you see.
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you’re just full of surprises. I especially like the Nathan F compare. What is the hitchhiker’s story, do you suppose?
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I think Mike Rowe was doing another episode of “Dirty Jobs,” but I’m not sure.
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Spot on, as usual.
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🙂
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I like bedroom eyes but think that Neil Diamond (while young) and Pierce Brosnan are my favorites! Smiles for this fun post and I liked the comments, too!
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🙂
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