Imagine our surprise when Houseboy Philippe was fixing us breakfast this morning.
I told him to stick with juggling balls. But he's so cute with those eyes we couldn't hold it against him.
LIVE! LIVE! Life is a banquet, and some sorry sons of bitches are starving!
Ah well, eggs is eggs - but the sausage in those joggers would make a meal in itself... Jx
ReplyDeleteI have the feeling your right dear.
DeleteHe could make all the muss he wanted, I wouldn't care.
ReplyDeleteI would love to juggle Philippe’s eggs. I promise not to break them.
ReplyDeleteHe is utterly adorable ... and a nice ass in those pants, as well!
ReplyDeleteCooks and entertains? My kind of man!
ReplyDeleteI love a man that can cook in two rooms of the house!
DeleteHe's quite handsome
ReplyDeleteLovely! Absolutely lovely, sweetpea! xoxo
ReplyDeleteNow he can bend over to clean that mess up,
ReplyDeleteYES SIR!!!!!!!
DeleteWatta hottie!
ReplyDeleteAnd an acrobat!!!!! That = very bendy.
DeleteDamn. There goes a three egg omelet.
ReplyDeleteHouse boy ? House MAN !
ReplyDeleteMaddie, I see you keep Philippe all to yourself. :-)
Very prized indeed!!!!!!
Deleteafter a weekend of doing housework I don't care what he looks like provided he can dust and mop the floors for me.
ReplyDeleteyou couldn't choose a sexier nicer guy!
ReplyDeleteI'd melt in bed with him for sure.
DeleteThat is one boy who gets me so hard I'm surprised my jeans just don't break open.
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