I keep finding miscellaneous Jennifer Lawrence content all over the damn site. It’s like finding little bread crumbs leading to snacks left in the woods.

Her boobs are soooo nice. When she’s not busy pushing them up with some constrictive dress or bustier, she tends to let them bounce around braless. And yes, they look a lot smaller when she does that. You know what that means??

It means they are soft. Like really, really soft. And squishable.

J Lo probably has the realest boobs on the planet right now. Except for mine, but mine are manboobs and that doesn’t count.

She’s a bit of an odd bird. She gripes and preaches when her cell phone gets hacked and her boobie pics get tossed around the interwebz, but then she goes and poses topless for Esquire and flops those girls around in nothing but bodypaint in that one mutant movie.

Can’t explain that. Don’t need to. I like her eyes. Oh, and her… boobs.

And lawd-help-me, her personality. She’s got that dorky gal personality where she trips and falls and accidentally stuffs your johnson in her mouth. I, err, whoops, that last part just popped out. Excuse me for getting mixed up. So anyway, she is rich beyond belief, and probably if I think about it I’m guessing she’s kind of bored. She’s conquered part of the world. She hasn’t caught cancer or gotten busted with nose candy in her purse. She’s probably looking for the next big thing.

Which will probably be a BralessBlog interview. Yep, that’s just what she needs. I’ll sit her down on my couch, after brushing some of the at turds and cheetoes off of there and oh what about that scratchy little white stain well I’ll just flip the cushion over there now, and then I’ll get her giggling at some witting comment and she’ll bare her soul. She will almost certainly do the interview braless, and I might even convince her to slip her panties off and put them in the freezer before she sits down. Not sure why I said freezer, but the last time I put some panties in the microwave I forgot about ’em and caught that shit on fire.

If you want to see a slightly more revealing side of Jennifer, I mean in advance of our riveting (imaginary) interview, ya might want to try HERE

Update:

Some yummy downblouse photos of Jennifer while she is signing autographs:

Here she is out for a night on the town, with no bra 🙂

I forget, especially when I’m drunk, how the plural vs possessive thing works. If it is two of a lady named Jenny, but it is not possessive, there’s no apostrophe right? Except, really it is possessive, since both Jennys possess fabulouso bodies and perky boobies and have dispossessed brassieres.

First up, we have Jenny McCarthy, who is certainly no stranger to these parts. You can definitely tell she’s aging, but aren’t we all. And who cares, really. Those are some awesome boobies. Cleavage like that doesn’t just roll into the local Wal-Mart, at least no while I’m working there.

Next up is Jennifer Lawrence. This girl is on fire lately. Ha ha, some of you will get that pun, some are two busy with both hands in your lap to notice. She is always out and about at some red carpet event braless and wanton in her youthful sexuality. I have a hard drive full of her bodacious girl next door action. Those little moles on her boobies would look great in the soft blue and red light of my neon bud light sign. This girl looks like she knows how to offer up a motorboat to a fella. And here I am on Thanksgiving ready to accept.

I was trying to find a previous Thanksgiving post, but the best I could do is a very brief mention of our favorite gluttonous American holiday as it pertains to yet another Jenny – Ms Love Hewitt.

I am so enamored of Jennifer Lawrence, I had to create a new category for her. I hope she doesn’t embarrass me terribly by doing like one more movie and then dropping off the face of the earth. Or deciding to have breast reduction surgery. Or getting a sex change, or coming out and admitting that she is a virgin, or some such thing.

Her face is so girl-next-door beautiful. I could do without the moles, I’ll just sic a dermatological surgeon on her. But the eyes, mamma mia, her eyes make me whimper.

This skimpy black dress is held on by a few tiny straps, that are sewn oh so carefully. Wouldn’t take much for her big c-cup natties to bust out of there. I could probably help things along by plucking one of those strings like a guitar. Twang! Next thing you know they are all up in my face like pale white balloons that smell like baby powder. If you look carefully, and I’m sure you are, you’ll find that you can sort of see through this dress and her nips are poking out. I don’t know who the designer is, but if I find out I’m going to paypal her $1. I realize that’s not much, but if every dude in the universe who sees this dress and gasps sends said designer $1, she can afford to eat a bit more and get some lipo.