Starting from the left and moving eastwards, we have a cunt and then we have Jonathan Rhys Meyers.
Put another way, starting from the left and moving over to the right, we have Gok Wan – a walking, talking-shite justification for misanthropy – and Jonathan Rhys Meyers, who has gone and gotten himself all the wrong facial hair.
Or, put another way, Gok Wan’s a cunt.
*curtseys*
Oh ps. If you want to see more of JRM wearing all the wrong gay clothes at the premiere of The Soloist in LA (facts? Check), trot over Lady McJump…
Oh JRM, what have thee done? He always has dressed like a really bad gay, though, hasn’t he?
Whenever I see Gok Wan’s face, I physically shudder.
Cock Wan brings shame on the gays…
I think JRM looks great. Don’t really get your silly posts about this gorgeous and talented man
Simon Cowell called and wants his tight T-shirt back.
We like the H&M belt, but talk me through the beads. Maybe they’re worry beads, in which case they’re working.
JRM’s a little gay-zilla, innit.
Gok’s a cock, innit.
JRM can’t handle his booze therefore he will NEVER be great [or even noteable].
Bastards! That image is going to infiltrate into my next JRM-related wank, I just know it.
Put so succinctly Linda.