Okay, I've been watching some sort of "What Not To Wear" marathon with some friends. Between fighting over who would be Stacy and who would be the make-up girl (both of which are fabulous and I totally am Stacy b/c I'm a bitch that hates my life, too...) I realized that I would sleep with Clinton Kelly. He's not quite at the "I would bottom for..." category like Jakie-poo, but he's getting there.
I'm actually starting to turn it into a fantasy. Clinton comes over, makes fun of my clothes, tells me to stip, and then we fuck like crazy in the 360 mirror room (everytime they say "360" I think of the silver fox AC [no, not me, Anderson Cooper, same initials {not a coincidence}] so that's a double turn on plus.)
The big bonus of sleeping with Clinton (besides screaming that name) is after you're done, you get like $5000 worth of clothes, a new haircut, and make-up. Fuck mints on your pillow, I want that type of treatment.
Check out his website (www.clintonkelly.com) for more amazingness, his books, and his life story (a must read.)
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