i have to say, actually, given the choice between cuddles between the esteemed mr. rogen and the boy (who’s cuddle-ability has already been well-established) i’d have to honestly pick the boy. and not just because he’s the most likely to cuddle me back.
while there’s no denying that my love for seth rogen knows no bounds; there have been rumors of what his cock does or does not look like. there is the unfortunate existence of his real-life, non-blow-up girlfriend (and we do not ever mack on dudes with hos). and there is the over-abundance of his scruff.
not that the scruff isn’t adorable and that i wouldn’t be willing to endure some makeout-induced scratchiness to throw down with mr. i’m-so-fucking-cute-and-funny-and-awesome-even-with-a-moustache. but you know, it’s just another sign that our love can never be. and i’m pretty sure he’d never love me as much as he loves paul rudd, AND i KNOW i’d never love him as much as i love paul rudd…
alas.
so i may have an insane, pineapple express excitement-fueled crush going on right now…but i also have my very own super-cuddly boy who will indulge said crush by going to see the movie with me and then letting me re-live the rogen/franco awesomesauce via repeated freaks ‘n’ geeks watchings.
score!
