elliot-wolf - March 7, 2018
I’m having a hard time deciding whether I’d want to go home with an Oscar or with one of the women that attended the event. Actually I don’t deserve an award because I’m a terrible actor. Even now I’m unable to act like that would be a hard decision for me. I’d rather take Gal Gadot, Elsa Hosk, or Heidi Klum home for an excellent dinner prepared by yours truly before a golden statue for being extremely talented. I already excel at engaging conversation and if that’s enough to make at least one of those ladies fall in love with me then I’d be the happiest man on Earth.
It's hard to pick which woman I'd make small talk with first at the Oscar Red Carpet party as they all reach stratosphere levels of spectacular. I’m losing my mind looking at these ladies. They’re all trophies. I can just imagine how long my acceptance speech would be after being awarded Ashley Graham as the woman in my life. I’d have to thank my mother, our father in heaven, and whoever is responsible for making her dress she wore that evening. I don't think anyone would be opposed to taking home a miniature sculpture of Ashley in that outfit instead of a shiny gold bald man.
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