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Monday, February 7, 2011

The Daily Spader

Hello, hello, Sporkers. Dearest Kevin's The Daily Ryan posts have inspired me. Except my version of his new series is for all the ladies and gents out there who like their leading men sleazy, strange, perverted, asshole-y, and drop-dead-gorgeous-holy-moly-cow-sexy.

                              James Spader shows us that creepy guys can actually have their cake and eat it too. At least in my book.

I present: The Daily Spader. We begin with a still from that other "Crash." You know, the one that didn't win a bajillion undeserved Oscars, the one from 1996 in which director David Cronenberg actually out-weirds himself, the one in which beautiful people get all hot and bothered by watching car crashes (and we get hot and bothered watching them get hot and bothered), the one in which James Spader actually has sex with a....well, you'll just have to watch it now, won't you?

*Note: Today's Daily Spader actually has no relevance to anything currently happening in the world of entertainment. Unless you count the fact that he hasn't had leading man status in, like, 15 years. That's just criminal.

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