



There was a point in our lives when we hoped to look like British model Sam Saffman. Then we realized we'll never look like him. Not in a million years, really.
We'll never model for Dolce & Gabbana. We don't have a finely tuned abdomen, nor do our lips curve in such a sumptuous manner. And we've yet to master that come hither stare and Ford Models certainly wouldn't take us on.
So, what can we do? We can exploit Sam Saffman. And, really, isn't that what life's all about? Be a part of human tradition, after the jump...







Yeah, he's pretty and all that, but can he complete an entire sentence? Or does the thought bubble above his head resemble the latest victim of, "sup! ur soo ht!" text messaged English?
You, on the other hand, my dear little euphemism for sexual innuendo, make the world a much more appealing place to live.
The last picture looks very similiar to the cover of the Rolling Stone's album, Sticky Fingers. Lovely packaging...
Hawt hawt Hawt!!!
hes my coisin! haha
its nice to know we share some genes :)