FAD 3.0

Thanks to one anonymous commenter here, we now have at least one photo proof about the life-changing power of Ellen Adarna’s hotness. Meet this guy–OK, he’s not actually here, but let’s just pretend–you look at that guy’s face looking up at Ellen, and you recognize that guy–from now on–is going to sniff and pick daises, write his innermost thoughts on a diary, spend his afternoons by the window and sigh, scribble Ellen’s name on his room’s walls using the blood extracted from his own testicles, while singing “Happy Birthday to me.”

Or maybe not. But one thing’s obvious: we all just wanna see Ellen Adarna nekkid! Heck, she was even hotter than Sam Pinto (sorry, Sam) on that night, title or no title.

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