the mean reds

i love the cute boy with clark gable hair that i walked past on my way home today.  he had on skinny jeans that were the perfect shade of steel gray and a dark red barn shirt.  his shoes were classy and his hair-oh his hair.  he had the most wonderful sandy and dirty blonde clark gable hair.  i have a crush on him and his beautiful clark gable hair.

i feel he has impeccable taste in clothes and we would like the same kind of music.  he probably smells so wonderful and talks just like george peppard in breakfast at tiffany's.  and when he forgets to shave, he'll look handsomely rugged with all the scruff, like robert redford does.

i love good old fashioned men with clark gable hair, george peppard voices, and robert redford scruff.  they are so handsome and dashing. they are scarce in little rexburg, so one must watch breakfast at tiffany's, drink fabulous izze soda, and walk around saying wonderful things like 'i must do something about the way i look' and call people 'darling'.