Previously in this series. “Blake,” Idris said, “are you and Gwen familiar with the story of Ananias and Sapphira?” Blake glared up from the foot of the bed, hate in his eyes, but did not – could not – speak. “What about you, Gwen?” Idris asked lightly, rolling the sleeves of his cable-knit sweater just past the elbows so as not to get any breadcrumbs on them. “You’re a smart woman. Were, anyways. How’s your New Testament? Do you remember what was their besetting sin?”
It is not an exaggeration to say that I live for the sexiest man series, and am 100% convinced that it is an accurate and unembellished account of how this process actually works.
It is not an exaggeration to say that I live for the sexiest man series, and am 100% convinced that it is an accurate and unembellished account of how this process actually works.
One side of my brain knows it should be Stringer Idris or Commandant Idris voicing this, but the other side keeps bringing Luther Idris into the room
"Gwen Sheltonless" ALONE is worth the price of admission.
Goodness, that smug monologue! I, for one, fully support a long and healthy reign for King Idris. There is not a sexier man living.
"tonsured pete davidson"
This is the greatest Shatner Chatner I have read lately. Perhaps ever.
I am so glad this did go uncommented this year, and I am SO PLEASED with this entry to the series
Thank you for this gift on such a fraught day.
I love these just so so much.
What an excellent entry to this series. I live to see what may or may not happen next to the reign of Idris, Sexiest Man Alive.