Back in the days of yore, when Tinselkitty was but a mere ball o’ fluff in search of a cheezburger, there was no love for Adam Levine. He was one of those trashy, slutty boys who was getting inked every time I turned around. Yuck. I just didn’t get how he managed to cut a swath of sexual destruction wherever he went. I mean, c’mon. He’s not bad looking, but Don Draper he is not.
Then this happened.