I’ve Decided I Want to Make Sloppy Alleyway Love to Alessandra Ambrosio

Yes, I've considered the options on both sides of this question, but after seeing Alessandra Ambrosio strutting about in her little short skirt at the shops in Venice this weekend, I'd have to say my long internal debate now shifts into the terrain of wanting to cover this MILF in some kind of fruity preserve and get all kinds of sticky in hard to reach places.

For the longest time I was trying to respect some boundaries: the holiness of her Hollywood almost matrimonial like modern romantic partnership, her sacred maternal bonds with her children, her moral turpitude contract provisions with Victoria's Secret, all of which I will have to throw out the door as I don the peanut butter and turn Alessandra and me's sweat body tryst into a Goobers making party.

Alessandra, pick up your phone. It's go time. Enjoy