So my self-esteem just took a major hit.
And I cannot get the image of Scott dressed in Lara Flynn Boyle’s worst dress ever out of my head.
I don’t know how to photoshop anything but you can just imagine his head on that body.
Tonight I will cry alone on the couch, eat a gallon of mint chocolate chip ice cream and a box of bonbons, and Scott will run around without his shirt on breaking things while screaming in a deep tone to prove his masculinity.
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