Ah. Ah. Ah. Ah.
True Blood's Joe Manganiello in LA.
Well, you can tell by the way I use my walk,
I'm a woman's man, no time to talk.
Music loud and women warm.
I've been kicked around since I was born.
And now it's all right, it's O.K.
And you may look the other way.
We can try to understand
The New York Times' effect on man.
Whether you're a brother
Or whether you're a mother,
You're stayin' alive, stayin' alive.
Feel the city breakin'
And everybody shakin'
And we're stayin' alive, stayin' alive.
What? Like you weren't thinking that? Well you are now.
This is a perfectly thought out, picture ready "SHIT! I thought I was going to play Superman! At least I'm still fuckable" look and we applaud him for its dark, sexy simplicity. Personally, we think the fit's a little bit much here. Tight jeans OR tight jacket. Both, and you look a little NASCAR. Don't get us wrong, we're enjoying the view, but from a pure style and fit level, that jacket's a skosh too small and there's a bit too much t-shirt peeking out. With his arm hanging down, the sleeve just barely makes it to his wrist. No, boy wanted to remind the world that he's got a body of death even if he did miss out on a huge tax-bracket-leap of a superhero movie. Sometimes a man's gotta put on some tight clothes and sashay down the street in front of photographers, drowning his sorrows in Pepsi Max and the knowledge of his own hotness.
We've been there, brother.
[Photo Credit: splash]
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