His checkered shirt clashed rather horrifically with his black and red tie, but there was nothing disharmonious about his body underneath. You would have thought Thanksgiving was a term for an intense period of vigorous eight-hour ab, cardio, and strength workouts the way he looked on the morning of November 28^th. The idea of the professor gnawing on a drumstick with a forkful of mashed potato, stuffing, sweet potato mash waiting its turn to greet his mouth was preposterous—if not downright impossible—to imagine. 

10:32 am  •  30 November 2011  •  2 notes