Oh, GQ Magazine, I bow to thee.
I’ve praised this literary gold mine several times in the past. Several. They just know what they’re doing over there! They give the ladies what they want to see and give the men tips on how to become what the ladies want to see.
Last night they decided to have a wickedass shindig at the Chateau Marmont in Los Angeles. Star-studded indeed. Star-studded? Wrong word choice on my part. More like *insert looney tunes sound effect here GAAAAZZOOOOOOOOOOOOOONGA!* My eyes are still bulging out of their sockets, and I’ve been editing the pics for over 10 minutes. I’ll try to list the men that were in attendence while trying not to drown the keyboard with my drool. This is a difficult task, trust me.
Cory Monteith – - – - my fave celeb of the moment
His friend Chris Colfer
Kellan Lutz – - – - abs that are panty-washing-worthy
Ben McKenzie – - – future ex-husband to millions
Drake – - – - – Canadian and decadent
Channing Tatum – - – I’d comment but he brought the wife
Taylor Lautner – - – - – Swifty’s biggest regret and the female gender’s greatest gift
They were all there to celebrate themselves as Men of the Year. Men of my dreams. Same thing, right?
I’m still doing the physics equations here trying to figure out how the building didn’t blow up – that much hottness in one room must have caused some kind of combustion – it’s just the law.