Some people say I have an unhealthy obsession with Jessica Alba in a bikini. These people are dead wrong. Obsessions are for pansies. I’m full on infatuated. So infatuated that I believe if I collect enough of Jessica Alba’s dead skin I’ll be able to recreate her from scratch. I’m like the Martha Stewart of cloning. Sure, make fun of me now, but when Jessica 2 becomes a reality we’ll see who laughs the loudest. Hint: ME. Of course there’s more pictures after the jump. What kind of man would I be if there weren’t?
Note: You can see boy turn into man in that banner pic.
Update: I didn’t notice this before but…
