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.
I’ve had a crush on Hayden Panettiere forever. She can only be described as cute, and if you looked up the word perky in Webster’s Naughty Dictionary it would have a picture of Hayden standing there in an open cup bra asking you if you want another drink, sir. She is kind of an activist, but she has a tattoo of a misspelled Italian phrase that makes me thinks she would be a wild one in bed. She is petite little thing at 5’1″ tall. I tend to have a thing for petite women. I can certainly appreciate tall women and long legs, but there’s some kind of animalistic attraction to the little hotties. Maybe it’s something in my genes that cries out for me to jump on them and hump like a bunny rabbit and make some babies. The fact that she did the cheerleader in Heroes and she single is kind of enough to make me want to propose marriage if I ever meet her.
Update:
Hayden’s fun-sized boobs make for some yummy cleavage when she is braless:
Nobody knows who Sandra Ahrabian is. But that’s ok – she’s about to become that much more famous. She went slinking around some Hollywood party all braless with her nips poking out and her cleavage sloshing about, and we are here to keep the public informed about it. Turns out she is some kind of German television celebrity. Like the semi-slutty equivalent of Vanna White maybe. Her father was Iranian, and her mother was German/Irish, which means she has a hot temper and a thick bush I suppose. Maybe she trims it. Please gawd. She is clearly using those boobs as delicious weapons, and o my it works. Try wearing a lemon-lime colored silk top slit open to your fineass belly button and tweak your nipples before you run out into the onrush of photographers just in case the pokies are not yet defying the laws of physics. Mmm, verah nice. If you ever find yourself in German, you may decide to flip through every TV channel you can find hoping you run across Sandra doing her thing.
Miley Cyrus is such a cutie-pie. She has a sexy, smoky, crooner of a voice. She apparently likes to smoke things out of bongs, and that little body is for the most part completely unmarked by an age-related defects. She is just barely 18, which allows us to slobber and grope freely without fear of retribution or any type of guilt complex. I like her eyes and her slightly goofy smile. And did I mention her body, the whole perky age thing? Miley is not her real name, it’s a shortened form of her nickname Smiley. I can’t be sure she would be smiling if she new the perverted things that were going through my mind, but then again maybe she has grown up fast and grown up right as my friend Tom Petty says. I like this dress she is wearing. Kind of sexy, makes me wonder what’s underneath it (yum).
