I'm not a Saint; every time when I see Bobby I want to commit the fifth deadly sin. Preferably with/on him. Anyway... Still not sure who was freakier - the murderer or his mother?
Thankfully, as enchanting and precious as he is, our Bobby is not a Saint. I wonder how many years in purgatory one would get for thinking impure thoughts about a Saint? Truly he is the one vice I would love to indulge in, over and over again.
And I agree with you, in that episode, that mother & son combo were both mental.
AH...The chair straddle! :)
ReplyDeleteTess stole my thought!!!
ReplyDeleteThankfully, as enchanting and precious as he is, our Bobby is not a Saint. I wonder how many years in purgatory one would get for thinking impure thoughts about a Saint? Truly he is the one vice I would love to indulge in, over and over again.
ReplyDeleteAnd I agree with you, in that episode, that mother & son combo were both mental.
His tongue is very appetizing...
ReplyDeleteThe evening stubble ... the bedroom eyes ... that last cap! If that isn't enough to get him nominated for sainthood, I don't know what is! LOL
ReplyDeleteIt would probably be easier for him to get a sainthood than and Emmy or an Oscar.
ReplyDeleteTess stole my thought too :-)
ReplyDeleteBeautiful caps!
ReplyDeleteval - sadly, I believe you're correct.
Captivating.
ReplyDeleteBoth were freakie..I would love to do any sin Bobby wants!!;)))-
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