Bless me father, for I have sinned.
And on Easter Sunday, no less.
It’s NOT MY FAULT that Skars has been parading around all week in skimpy gym wear.
It’s NOT MY FAULT that said skimpy gymwear has provided an optimal view of his very HARD and ERECT nipples.
It’s NOT MY FAULT that I have been gawking at this for days now, and have no intention of stopping…like, EVER.
It’s NOT MY FAULT that I have lusted for him daily, with no regard for the consequences for my mortal soul.
I am going straight to hell. And I don’t even care.
The Skarsporn has been plentiful this week, and for that we give thanks. Let us also give thanks for the fact that some time over winter, whilst sneaking to the gym buried under tracksuits and sweaters, Skars went from this…..
Jesus Christ, Shepherd of Judea! THE GUNS! Where the hell did the guns come from!!?
Not that we are complaining. In fact, we think this calls for a tribute to the man who has selflessly supplied rabid fangirls everywhere with a steady diet of armporn since 2008.
So on this Easter Sunday we thank you, Lord…for the return of Skars’ beautiful, sculpted, manly guns.