Spicer instead has drawn up a little list of people she'd like to see blown up to the size of a billboard in skimpy white knickers. Bill Clinton. Calum Best. And, oh my poor eyes, Johnny Borrell:
Move over, Kirsten. We want to swoon in this bad-boy rocker’s mosh pit, and snuggle up in his sweaty T-shirt. The sneer, the lithe body, the tight white jeans that let us peek at his pocket rocket, those endearingly English teeth – it all makes Borrell a modern-day Mick.
I'm sorry you had to see portions of that - especially the "pocket rocket" bit. Besides, doesn't Borrell avoid undergarments to avoid visible panty line?
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