rock yo’ body riiiiight
Backmuscles’ back, ALL RIGHT
No, that doesn’t scan, and frankly I don’t care. Yes, it has been a while since I’ve typed out an ode to actin and myosin (that is a muscle fiber joke stay with me) but given the recent release of The Meg I figured no better time than now to sing the praises of everyone’s favorite terrifying English dude. I am having difficulty uploading the pictures I chose of his intensely coiled body and face, so this is a text-only post, and if you stop reading now because of it I would not blame you.
That’s right. This post is about Jason Statham. You can’t spell “Man” without Jason Statham. I don’t know what I’m saying. I just love his bald head and his intense stare and his accent that never changes and his aggressive dedication to playing one character forever because boyyyy howdy will I continue to watch his stuff until the abyss swallows us all.