Squat down—because Glenderful's about to drop a load that's equal parts filthy fantasy and unfiltered thirst. These hunks aren't just eye candy; they're the kind that leave you begging to inhale their essence, to devour every last remnant. And today? We're inducting a prime specimen onto the Shit List, where the throne reigns supreme. Fun fact, darling: I formally studied the French language for four long, formative years. And what remains of this grand linguistic education?

Gather ‘round the porcelain throne, you filthy little manifestors—it's time for another divine download straight from the Universe's asshole. The Universe doesn't scream. It whispers. It slides a craving so deep into your brain stem that by the time you notice, you're already feral, drooling, begging for it. That's how it got me with Melvin Gregg. One quiet little throb in my temples... and way lower... and suddenly this Glenderful is wide open, flushed pink, and starving for

We are gathered here today to christen the newest entry on the official Glenderful Shit List™—the men so premium, so top-tier, so exquisitely bred that serving them would actually be a public service. And honey, today the universe just dropped a six-foot-five Australian-Spanish fantasy right into our porcelain throne. Jacob. Fucking. Elordi. Sometimes I stand in front of the Shit List at 3 a.m., half a bottle of rosé deep, having a full menty b, whispering to the framed photo