On May 8th, 1981, somewhere in Toronto a little green baby was born. Well, not really — the baby
became grew up and threw on some green make-up many years later — but who gives a shit? That resulting kid grew into the dude that is on the CW many (inexplicably alternating) Wednesday evenings, and bringing sheer lust joy to our hearts. On this day, we honor Stephen Amell aka Oliver Queen aka the Arrow, lover of many blondes (or at least blonde-wigged), and man of many talents.
He has a gift for conveying the profundity of a moment.
He’s master of the polite smile,
and uses it to set a room at ease.
He certainly knows his way around an arrow,
and he can flip a table like nobody’s business.
But — and far be it from me to objectify anyone — it’s impossible not to notice Amell’s superior assets…
Oh, you may want to sit down (or find some privacy) before you look at the next one. Here, take a second to watch Stephen playing with his toy (not a euphamism)!
Okay, ready? Sitting down?
Totally not objectifying (believe me, there is plenty of Amell tush out on those interwebs); rather, appreciating.
Now, let’s all raise a glass and toast our favorite Arrowman (not Barrowman, who btw is kicking ass right alongside Amell). Happy 34th, and thank you for so freely sharing your gifts.
Look; he’s speechless!
Happy Birthday, dude.