His heart microscopic.

Between these ten boys [I know, I'm giving you a vast selection here...] which would you rather marry, which would you rather shag & which would you rather party with six nights a week. Oh & all the pictures are courtesy of the Cobra Snake, in case you hadn't noticed. Here I go...

ONE:
[Obviously the one with the headphones.]
TWO:
[Not my favourite...]
THREE:
[I need his glasses.]
FOUR:
[His too.]
FIVE:
[Something about him...]
SIX:
[The cutest hand gester.]
SEVEN:
[Oh musicians.]
EIGHT:
[The boy with the drummer traits.]
NINE:
[Loving the hair.]
TEN:
[Ahah, so cute.]

And no worries, boys are not left out in this situation. Look what I came up with - the same thing except a numerical listing of girls. Brilliant, I am.

ONE:
[Dancing with myself, oh oh oh.]
TWO:
[Such a beautiful smile.]
THREE:
[She looks like Hilary Duff, no? But worse, of course.]
FOUR:
[Very cute, very cute.]
FIVE:
[Who cares if she looks so pissed?]
SIX:
[I've never seen a DJ so, eclectic.]
SEVEN:
[Wow, what a squint.]
EIGHT:
[Wild thing.]
NINE:
[I love the tiara. She looks like a princess.]
TEN:
[You tell them!]

Well, that was long. Anyways I would marry six, definitely, then I'd shag five & party with four. Have fun with it.

Peace out,
Zoë.