
I used to think that Robbie Williams was hot, in a leering British pop-star kinda way. And although I think that it demonstrates a certain level of chivalry for a fellow to want to defend a damsel in distress - and chivarly, as we all know, is hot - it somehow takes the heat out of the chivalrous hotness when said damsel is a panty-shunning, pill-popping, car-crashing chunk of pop tart.
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