Sunsets Crash.

dogganghappened:

whytheyrehot:

Why He’s Hot:
Those songs. Love him or not, there’s no denying this boy has had a damn good musical output. First of all, he fronted one of the best bar bands from the alt-country scene, Whiskeytown. In those days he was about as badass as you could get, with his twangy tunes about having a broken heart, or being too drunk to dream. Ah yes, those were the days, but it didn’t end there. His post-Whiskeytown career spans a whopping 10 full length albums is under 10 years. Not to mention the countless (and I mean this literally) unreleased material that only those well versed in their Ryan Adams knowledge seem to know about. The guy is so prolific, he’d probably have a song written in his head about making hot fucking love to you on a pool table while he was still actually making hot fucking love to you.
Performance is everything (wink, wink). Just try not to think lustful thoughts while watching this, or this. If it’s any indication of how mind blowingly amazing he is in the sack, I think every woman he’s come into contact with has been left very pleased. That’s a sure fire knock ‘em out and knock ‘em up performance, I’d say.
The man knows how to dress. From the flannel pearl snap buttoned cowboy shirts he wore back in the WT days, to the sexy (and oh so hipster) suit and tie/buttons combo, he’s a fashion icon in his own unique way. Imagine the fun to be had, going on a clothing shopping spree with this fellow on your arm? The fitting room fuck possibilities are endless. Also, he can rock a Batman shirt like no one else I know. And whoever said glitter platform boots were out?
He’s funny, too.
Apparently, he was a plumber long before fame struck. Is it just me, or can you now totally envision the cheesy porn-like scenarios involved with this specific line of work? With an ass like that, it’s no wonder. Mmmm, you’re welcome.
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whytheyrehot:

Why He’s Hot:

Those songs. Love him or not, there’s no denying this boy has had a damn good musical output. First of all, he fronted one of the best bar bands from the alt-country scene, Whiskeytown. In those days he was about as badass as you could get, with his twangy tunes about having a broken heart, or being too drunk to dream. Ah yes, those were the days, but it didn’t end there. His post-Whiskeytown career spans a whopping 10 full length albums is under 10 years. Not to mention the countless (and I mean this literally) unreleased material that only those well versed in their Ryan Adams knowledge seem to know about. The guy is so prolific, he’d probably have a song written in his head about making hot fucking love to you on a pool table while he was still actually making hot fucking love to you.

Performance is everything (wink, wink). Just try not to think lustful thoughts while watching this, or this. If it’s any indication of how mind blowingly amazing he is in the sack, I think every woman he’s come into contact with has been left very pleased. That’s a sure fire knock ‘em out and knock ‘em up performance, I’d say.

The man knows how to dress. From the flannel pearl snap buttoned cowboy shirts he wore back in the WT days, to the sexy (and oh so hipster) suit and tie/buttons combo, he’s a fashion icon in his own unique way. Imagine the fun to be had, going on a clothing shopping spree with this fellow on your arm? The fitting room fuck possibilities are endless. Also, he can rock a Batman shirt like no one else I know. And whoever said glitter platform boots were out?

He’s funny, too.

Apparently, he was a plumber long before fame struck. Is it just me, or can you now totally envision the cheesy porn-like scenarios involved with this specific line of work? With an ass like that, it’s no wonder. Mmmm, you’re welcome.

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