I’d like to think that as Jon Hamm strolled with Jennifer Westfeldt in NYC yesterday, someone stopped him and thanked him for showing us that God does wonderful, wonderful, wonderful things by not putting any underwear on that morning. Then I’d like to think Jon raised his eyebrow and said that he’s wearing two pairs of briefs and one pair of boxers and it still can’t hide all the love he’s got to give. SWOOOON!

You know, I could sit here and write four haikus, six poems, a 5-part series and an essay on the Hickory Farms basket in Jon Hamm’s pants, but instead I’ll just let you grab the Crisco, sit back and enjoy the Hamm Log.* And these pictures sent from the heavens need a theme song. Jon Hamm putting the HAMM (and a whole lot more) in Sledgehammer.

Oh and if you’ve ever wanted to know what it feels like to get teabagged by Don Draper, just put your forehead to the screen right before you click on this picture. Warning: You might get pregnant in the forehead.

* Thanks to Vanessa for giving me the phrase “Hamm Log.”