I don’t know what to think about my man George Clooney dating Stacy Keibler. First of all, Stacy is 32. She is hot, and she’s blonde, and she’s in shape, but it’s a hard 32. She’s lived a fast life, and she looks more like she’s 33. Georgie is 50, but he needs to be dating 28 year olds. She was a cheerleader for the Baltimore Ravens Football team, and she did several years for the WWE. That’s wrasslin for your city-fied girly-men. I have heard George is spending gobs on her, as if he has to worry about impressing her? I guess I sound harsh, a busty blonde that likes to show her stuff off at movie premiers braless, should be right up my alley right? But if Clooney buys her a Porsche, well I guess I’m a little jealous. I see a few wrinkles, and a goofy laugh, and she’s so damn tall she should be forced to walk the red carpet flat-footed.
No relation to Rasario Dawson, but bearing a striking resemblance to Nipeena, the ancient Greek goddess of bralessness, is Dawson Miller. Don’t let those dimples fool you, this girl jiggles as much as she giggles, and whewwwww she makes me both manic and exhausted.
Following along in the same, eh, I guess we could call it tanktop theme, is Chrissy. Chrissy does some naughty things, but we will try to kind of skip over that for now and present the R-rated version of her pokies.
Ah, what the hell. Let’s stick with it – as Joe Paterno says, if it ain’t broke don’t fix it. Tanktops are serving us well here, so we’ll gander at Hailey. The pigtails are a little much, but hey if you are actually taking the time to look at her hair you must be in the wrong place you dig? I personally and daydreaming about getting my nose between those two ripe, perky twins.
Reading over my previous post about Belen Rodriguez, I have to wonder if I was delusional, or on some kind of medication, or what. Considering it’s Belen we’re talking about here, maybe I was just insanely hot for her. If you’re not, you should be. And yes, I know, there are all kinds of topless photos of her out there, and even some of her getting busy with her man out on some kind of semi-public beach. You don’t have to write me and tell me about stuff like that because it I am an interwebs expert and look at about 2 TB of movies and pictures every day. Apparently, Belen is kind of uh progressive about showing her stuff and getting her groove on in public. I won’t go so far as saying she’s an exhibitionist, because anybody that has a body like that is pretty much obligated to show it off – it’s less of a compulsion and more of a requirement. Those are some seriously monstrous pokies. She has nice chesticles, don’t get me wrong, but they aren’t huge. It’s just that they are capped off with nips that turn into the equivalent of giant, waving, spitting cobras whenever they are angry, cold, or agitated. In this case, that ain’t a bad thing.
Lauren Pope is famous for no reason at all. Yep, sounds a lot like the Kardashian girls. She is from Great Britain, did some modeling, was a DJ (homo-say-what?), produced an album that nobody has ever heard of, and has her own brand of hair extensions. If a blonde goddess with striking blue eyes isn’t enough to get everybody’s attention, all she has to do it show up to a movie premier braless and wearing no underwear, and cameras start to melt down. It’s conceivable producers of rechargeable lithium ion batteries actually pay hot little wannabe starlets like Lauren Pope to throw on what looks to be a long but skinny red scarf, wrap it around her naked body, then parade around at night until photographers are forced to buy more battery packs. It’s clear there is some tape involved in keeping Lauren’s vageen semi-private. By that I mean she may have taped the edges of her dress down as opposed to taping her labes. No nip tape is evident though, considering her girls are awake, pointing at the sky, and looking ready for a nuzzle from yours truly. I wish she would ditch that belt and just let the scarf move around and until my curiosity is satisfied.
