Oh.
Hello.
Clive Owen, who generally jostles bewtixt the places 1, 2 and 3 in our dolly hearts (the others being Daniel Craig and Hugh Jackman. Oh and David Gandy. And Javier Bardem and whatshisface. Oh and him as well, and that one whose name will come to us in a jiffy… Plus him over there. Yes, you) is 44 earth years old today.
Rrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrappy birthday, bum-chum.
And in honour of the anniversary of his birth, let’s look at all the naked pictures of him we could find, sohelpusgod…




I think you’ll find that he’s *my* boyfriend.
Eff off.
That’s frankly not what he was telling me last night. From behind, naturally, because we were at IT doggy style. Not my favourite, coz I’m a romantic and like to be able to snog midst, but you get what you pay for.
I don’t care who claims him as their own as long as he still comes round twice a week and pleasures me fast and nasty.
Look at his fuzzy little botty in picture one.