Oh, the wild hair.
Oh, those piercing eyes.
Oh, those sexy lips.
Oh, the witty, wacky sense of humour.
Oh, the scent of sexuality that oozes from his pores, flowing like hot lava into the souls of those who long for an Adonis-y comic saviour.
Behind all those innuendo-ladened stand-ups is a brilliant, sensitive man who wears his heart on his sleeve....such vulnerability could only make a man so much more desireable...
The thought of him boils my blood.I simmer, I sizzle, I -
Wait, he sings too?!
You'd be the death of me.
P/s: If you happen to find Russell's Booky Wook on book racks around KL, holler please. I'm itching to get my hands on 'em! (Yes, that's plural for you.)