The only Brady I want.

Brady Quinn. Oh, Brady. Brady, baby. Brady, Brady, Brady.

Say it over a few times. Let the name roll off your tongue. Say it once for every ab. Say it at least three times for each nipple. And mumble it into that navel all night long.

I was cleaning up my desktop when I came across a little collection of Brady pic I'd downloaded on impulse a few weeks ago. Honestly, I'm far past my online porn phase. I went there and did that in the late 90s. Lately the only porn I bother to have on my computer are those movies I make myself, and I don't think I'll be posting those any time soon.

Maybe it was the doctor in the photos. Maybe it was the fact that the man is being ogled and evaluated like the slab of meat he is to me. Maybe it was the hyper-masculine video of him doing some outrageous feat of bench presses.

Whatever. I lust for Brady.