This damn thing won't allow me to write a title for this particular blog, but I was so heated in seeing this picture of Matthew that I had to write. Look...if I see Matt doing one more downward dog, plank, or cobra, I will most definetley lose my mind. If he continues going topless, doing the conga in Belize, wearing hemp bracelettes, pooka shells, or even just chillin' with Lance or Woody on the beach, I will more than likely have to admit myself to a pschye ward. So, Matt, please for Aimers sanity, put a godamned shirt on, cut your hair, wear something besides board shorts.... and get it the F together.

Thanking you in advance for your consideration.
Aim to Please.