(because once a week just isn’t gonna cut it, champ)

Welcome to your personal fan page

That’s right, babe. I made you a whole-ass

website page

because the world (me) demanded

More Sex with Jerry

— and honestly, it was either this or I start a podcast. šŸ˜

What’s so special about Jerry?

Well…

That one look you give me that says ā€œI’m about to do something stupid but sexy. The way you somehow make pajama pants look like a life choice. Like, are you in a boy band or just on your way to steal my soul?

Reasons I demand more sex with Jerry:

Because every time you take your shirt off, an angel gets distracted and crashes into a cloud.

You once made eye contact with me while eating a taco, and honestly, I’ve never recovered.

Your ā€œbed headā€ looks like you just fought a bear in a sexy lumberjack contest… and won.

You say ā€œWhat’s up?ā€ and my brain goes: ā€œTake your pants off.ā€

Your dad jokes turn me on and I’m not proud of it, but here we are.

You smell like the concept of safety and poor decisions wrapped in one glorious cologne.

You light candles to cover your own farts and I was like… he's so romantic.

Because if sex burned calories the way you do it, I’d already be in the Olympics.

Activities on this site include:

Looking at this page. Reflecting on how hot and hilarious you are. Preparing for immediate nudity. Clicking the invisible "Take Your Pants Off" button (spoiler: it's everywhere).



In conclusion:


This is my official, forever, no-backsies declaration that you, Jerry, are the hottest, funniest, and most dangerously sexy man I’ve ever met.

Now come over here and let me show you the extended director’s cut of More Sex with Jerry. šŸŽ¬šŸ”„