Nathan Fillion is not appreciated enough.
True fact: I went to a party he was at. While talking to my friend he passed us and ended up talking to a couple people right next to us. So there he is: right next to me, his back facing us, and I’m using wild hand gestures while telling this story because I’m a god damn animated sonofabitch. WELL. because I was flailing my arms, my hand ACCIDENTALLY landed on his butt. His beautiful, darling, bum. Now, I didn’t MEAN for this to happen. But I wasn’t exactly going to stop it. I mean, when God gives you a chance to touch Nathan Fillion’s butt, you take it and never look back. So there I am, my hand resting on his butt, and he’s not even noticing. Now, 10 to 15 minutes later, my haND IS STILL ON HIS BUTT. The only reason it ended was because I was paraded off to hang out with some friends outside. I believe that he had to have known, and he wasn’t about to be the one to say something. We were both playing butt chicken and everyone was a winner.