Scores of mindless coquettes pledge their hearts to Edward.
Multitudes of unthinking dilettantes offer their souls to Jacob.
Some selfish folk even want it both ways.
But I call bullshit on anyone who earmarks their loins for either of these vacuous cultural fucktards.
For Denny's Twilight Bucks, Mr. Molina and his gently tousled salt and pepper locks, perfect shoulder to hip ratio and Darwinesque understanding of our natural world make his libertine educator the easy choice for most sexually captivating luminary of Forks, Washington.
The Truth Hurts,