Djimon Honsu, Sexy Nubian

I'm sure every one has their bucolic fantasies about working the land one day and seeing some might of a man coming down the road carrying some busted car thingy and he asks you, kindly, if he can use your phone and get a drink of water because it sure is hot out today. And that guy is Djimon and the sweat is making his shirt clingy and translucent and he's smiling at you and even though your father, the farmer, told you not to let no strangers in the house while he was in Weedpatch buying fuel oil, you let him in, give him the phone, pour him a glass of lemonade AND make him a sandwich?

 

You know what I'm talking about. Yeah. Too much sexy.

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