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I actually googled Gabrielle Union so I could provide you, my discerning and faithful readers, with a blog post filled with more factual information that just a bunch of gibberish and some immature pics of a mocha colored lady with delicious looking caramel breasts rarely supported by a bra. As if you care. As if you read anything on here, just clickclickclick until my server explodes and you are left unsatisfied and craving more. She is an actress. Did something with Kirsten Dunst. She was in Bad Boys 2. Does Memory Alpha from Star Trek ring a bell? No, I didn’t think so. Would you give up the ability to read for the next two weeks to see Gabrielle hawing her girls in a g-string? Mmm-hmm, I thought so. Just for that, I’m gonna make you click on the more tag to jump to the pics. more Gabrielle

I never woulda’ thunk it, but here we have country music star Faith Hill braless and poking our eyes out. Ravishing isn’t she? In the one photo, her husband Tim McGraw seems to be saying “Wow, can you believe those pokies man?” At least I think that’s Tim McGraw, I’ve never actually seen the top of his head before. I assumed he was bald because he’s always wearing hats and bandannas to hide his chrome dome sort of like Brett Michaels. If it’s not Tim, it might be Spike Lee. Err, no wait that’s not right. Never mind, why am I babbling about dudes when we could be drinking in the sweet nectar that is Faith’s cleavage?

Ohh, aghh. Jennifer Aniston is ridiculous. She ruins me. All other women are practically knocked out of contention. Man she is hot. Man her boobies are really nice. The pokies are terminal, they are everpresent. They are out of control. I suspect she hit puberty, grew boobs, and started this TDN (tantalizing display of nipples) immediately and in perpetuity. I don’t think the in perpetuity thing is grammatically correct, but I’ve been dying to use it on a Jennifer Aniston post.

I had never heard of Fearne Cotton before, but after seeing her in this dress it was hard to think of anything else for like 10 minutes. My mind sort of got in a rut thinking about warm, heavy boobies capped with raspy erect nipples bouncing against the thin satin dress and BAM! I drove off the road into a mailbox. One of the big blue ones. Can I be arrested for this? Can Fearne be arrested for taunting us like this? Apparently she is some kind of British presenter. She has some interesting tattoos. Wait a minute, did I just say something about her tattoos? Sincerely, this is an amazing display of maturity that I can look at these photos and see anything other than… well, you know. She reminds me of Heather Graham – similar hair, face, body.

Katy Perry I pretty quirky. I’m pretty sure she wears a wig, but don’t quote me on that. I’m really not much of a hair expert. As gigantic and tantalizing as her braless melons are, helpmemamma I’m still staring at those big eyes and perfect teeth. When you live in a trailer park like I do, women just don’t come equipped with teefers like that.

When I say Lisa Rinna gets serious, I’m obviously not talking about her cap. Her cap is seriously dorky. What I’m talking about are those pokies. Give me a break. I’m sure Lisa has been “enhanced.” Hey, these days everybody in Hollywood has a boob job, even Mel Gibson. But did she get a nipple job too? If so, that rocks. And her nipples rock too. They could cut rocks. Her tshirt is so tight and so thin, and her nips on so clearly displayed, it’s almost like she’s wearing latex. If you were a guy behind her in the checkout line at the grocery store, everybody would be calling you a pervert, because you wouldn’t be able to stop staring. But how could you help yourself?