Parks and Rec’s Adam Scott wants a Channing Tatum sex toy

You ever see one of those stories that just looks like it was tailor-made to bring in Google page views? This is one of them.

If you ever needed another reason to watch Parks and Recreation, other than the fact that it’s one of the most consistently funny shows on TV and it stars Chris Pratt, who’s just so adorably sexy it fucking kills me, here’s one more: Adam Scott, who plays Ben on the show, sat down with Details magazine to talk about how he wants a fuckable mould of Channing Tatum’s ass. Get it, gurl.

You don’t have fun at work? You work for Details. You sit around and talk about hot dudes like Channing Tatum. That guy looks like he was sculpted out of ivory. If they made casts of asses to sell at adult stores for people to have sex with, they would use his ass. Sorry for everything I just said.

For the record: having toured a company that actually does do moulds of pornstars, I can say for certain that yes, they do make those. And yes, they really do need to make one of Channing Tatum, already, because GAT-DAYUM. The man is gorgeous. His head looks a little bit like a potato, but, like . . . a sexy potato. Like if Mr Potato Head was fuckable, he would be Channing Tatum. And below is a picture of said Channing Tatum ass, taken a while back for an art book. Yes . . . art.

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