Either you understand why Channing Tatum is perfection or you do not. If you do not, I am not sure what to say to you.

Channing can ascend my Jupiter.

Channing can magic my Mike.

Channing can step up. My body is ready.

Channing can jump my street.

Channing can catch my fox.

Channing can retaliate all over me.

Channing can rise my cobra.

Channing can make me fly like an eagle.

Channing can recognize my saint.

Channing can coach my Carter.

This is not thirst. This is way more real. I want to be his pants. I want to cling, lovingly to every inch of him as we move throughout life. Thank you for listening.