Listen, ladies. I need to make a confession, OK? I know the whip and the leather boots suggests a certain kind of dominatrix -- the sort that likes to leave gashes in the backsides of a big, gorgeous hunks of man meat. But, sometimes, after a long day of bobbing for Julian McMahon's ass, I like to get a little frisky with the creative types, if you know what I mean. And Simon Pegg is my secret pansy-boy crush. He's not as rough-and-tumble as my usual clientelle, but the things he can do with a Sharpie! Grrrrowl. Hoo-boy. And when he stops by the torture dungeon with a whole bag of them?! My knees wobble and I get goosebumps on my funny place. I've still got permanent marker tracks in unspeakable places from the last time Mr. Pegg paid me a visit.

Shudder. Shudder. Gush-and-Shudder.

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