Conan, I love you.
It's not just because we are both from Boston, or the steadfast fact that I love a hilarious Irishman. I mean, those are both great reasons, but something about Conan just oozes dorky sex god to me and I can't resist. Last night, as Robin Williams attempted to steal the show and take over the San Francisco spotlight, Conan cooly allowed him to make a borderline ass of himself by letting him spiral into a schizofrenic, possibly ahlzhimers induced improv. As Conan smugly watched in loosely masked disgust, I fell in love with him all over again. As he drank his way through Nappa Valley mocking the vineyard workers and chugging Pinot Noir from a giant wine glass, I swooned with ecstacy. Would I let him throw it in? It's quite poss.
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Oh my God, I'm so glad we watched that last night. Conan is my hero.
why do i find him so fucking attractive?
I think maybe it's his hair....or maybe because he's tall. But quite possibly it's just because he's Conan, and that's a category all in itself. I have to say, Conan is the man.
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