I think it's gotten into me. I will never underestimate the power of an unusual name anymore. Even if it sounds something scientific but belongs to some species of endangered apes.
I will not. Never, again.
Not that the name I'll be mentioning in awhile later has got anything close to a hair on an ape, but....ALRIGHT, FORGET ABOUT THE APE. Leave the thought aside. LEAVE IT.
I'm here to present my new hotties, with the same first name.
Ashraf Muslim


Ashraf Sinclair


Like any girls........may I?
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*squeals in delight*
Aren't they hot? They are practically smokin', they make my eyes water. Oh, Ashraf-s. You sweep me off my feet although Zac Efron will always be my #1 and you can't match him anyhow, but oh, you guys do lift me almost three feet off the ground.
So what if I'm lying?
*swoons* Oh my Lord, help me control the oestrogen which is tipping off from the hole in my head. I can't help but drool.
I will never look at any Ashraf the same way again.
Even the name has changed it's meaning all over. So to the rest of the Ashraf-s trotting on Earth, please, I beg you, don't tarnish the good looks (if you HAVE good looks) behind that name.
Let's take a look at them again.



*faints*
*dreamy eyes* Oh somebody, please slap this smirk off my damn face.
the girl who never grew up,
Million Dollar Mutton