As CL‘s resident Johnny Depp aficionados and, though he may not know it yet, his potential future ex-wife, I was deeply saddened when I saw the hate for my favorite eye-liner-wearing eye candy. Tsk tsk.
But, despite Cheris threatening to break my arm if I got near her precious Denzel Washington, I can’t help but wipe the bit of drool that seems to gather when I see him.
So. I propose a tie-breaker, and offer an open invitation to both J-Depp and Denzel for a rendezvous at CL‘s offices. More specifically, at my cubicle. Boys, it’s the desk in the last row on the left hand side. Bring booze. I’m a fair judge, I promise.
And for the fellas, a gratuitous Salma Hayek.
This article appears in Mar 12-18, 2008.
