Jack Black. The man should just marry me already.
I need to marry
Jack Black. Yes, he’s already married. Yes, he has children. Yes, he’s old enough to be my father.
But he’s hilarious and chubby and I love chubbiness and I love hilariousness.
Like Jack Black in the Holiday or Envy or Gulliver’s Travels (which, by the way, I was very disappointed with because it only covered one very small portion of the actual tale and I was really excited for the land of immortals) or pretty much any movie he’s in aside from Year One because that beard was just a little much. But for you, Jack, I’d deal with hairiness. I’d deal with it. Because I love you. Whoa, did I really just say that? Yes. And I’m not afraid. Or ashamed.I love you, Jack Black. If you ever get a divorce (as long as it isn’t the result of you cheating because ew) then please hit up Lady Brooklynn on tumblr (http://thebeautifultimesofladybrooklynn.tumblr.com/) or twitter (LadyBrooklynn) or call my house, I don’t care, just get a hold of me. You’re gonna love Fayette County. Ohhhhhhh, yes.
