FA Approved: Oh Errol

We, the deans of Foxy Academy, would like to direct the attention of those who A) are more sports-inclined and/or B) enjoy gratuitous photo posts of foxy boys doing sweaty things to Oh Errol, a site run by the lovely and sass-tacular Kiki, Sassy and Lozzy, who are also involved in a multitude of celeb-centric projects. This site will surely fill the current footy void FA is experiencing. And hot damn, do those girls have Grade-A taste in what a fine piece of man is. Kindly observe:

Yes, more of that, plz, ladies!

Up for Review: PAOLO NUTINI

Paolo Nutini, grant our last request and just let us do you.

Up for Review: LUKE WILSON

Luke Wilson — mother approved.

Up for Review: JOAQUIN PHOENIX

Joaquin Phoenix needs more extra credit than we can give.

Up for Review: CASEY AFFLECK

Casey Affleck: Weirding out in Ben’s footsteps.

Up for Review: JASON LEE

Jason Lee: Hiding his fineness behind his Earlness?

Up for Review: GEORGE CLOONEY

George Clooney: fox 4 lyfe.

Life Just Got a Tad Easier

Now just by hitting our Roll Call and Extra Credit pages up top, you can find things in a jiff! And please feel free to let us know who you’ve been dying for us to judge harshly.

–L&I

Up for Review: JOHNNY DEPP

What sins could Johnny Depp ever commit that could force us to give him less than an A?

Ivey’s SeaGuar Fic

“I swear to you,” London slurred, “that there is no way you could ever get me up on that stage.” She turned on her bar stool and flung her empty martini glass over her shoulder where it landed with a crash on the hardwood floor.

Ivey giggled and fumbled with a yellow plastic lighter while she gazed out onto the karaoke stage. “I’d pay you five dollars if you sang just one song,” she offered.

“That’s chump change!” London declared. “Not even for a million. Hey Linda!” She shouted, reaching over the bar to get the attention of the bartender. Her sheer, useless scarf dangled into the container that held limes.

“Um, it’s Ryan,” the bartender replied, making his way over to her while drying his hands on a towel. “What can I get you?”

“Whatever.” London flicked her hand.

“Ryan Seacrest?” Ivey asked, hope shining in her blues while her Newport cigarette dangled from the corner of her mouth.

“That’s me,” he grinned.

“OMG Ryan Seacrest! Are you for reals?” London asked. “Why are you a bartender?”