In my never ending quest to provide you, my loyal readers, with the finest Weemen sporting the sexiest pokies, I have stumbled across Nicole Trunfio. She is some kind of Australian model. She won a contest on a television show that was related to a supermodel search. This is probably because she is 5’10” of fine-babe-action packed chock full of long lean legs, magnificent cans, and pouty lips. The tiny amount of droop I detect in her boobage tells me she may be all-natural. I’ll have to do a more exact test (also known as the motorboat) to be sure, which at this point seems unlikely. Nicole reminds me of the Weird Science babe Kelly Lebrock. I am perverted enough and old enough to remember the babe and the movie, but not smart enough to remember her name (thanks google). I’m not sure what’s up with the pose where you spin around and show off your ass, but hey she can pull it off so ___. Notice Virgin Mobile is a real loser in this game. They probably paid like a kajillion dollars to sponsor this premier and the planners were nice enough to splatter Virgin’s logo all over everything. But here we are loooking at Nicole’s cans and reminiscing about Lebrock and I’ve caught you not looking at their ads. Ha.
Well sir we all know just by looking that this lovely lavender dress was just made for the likes of bralessblog fans. The fact that it’s slit halfway up the sides is nice but mostly inconsequential. I’m referring more to:
1) thin material
2) back scooped out so dang far we get sideboob action
3) the impossibility of wearing a bra with it
4) a price point that allows only hot little starlets with tight bodies and perky boobies purchase it
Those are 34D’s Brooklyn Decker is sporting there chaps (and chapettes). She don’t play around. When she points them at you, you’re gonna freeze like Barney Fife just drew his wheel gun with a glint in his eye. You may’ve started the drooling process back in the Sports Illustrated days, but she finished us all off in that clip from Just Go With It where she’s coming out of the surf with the wet bikini and enough shake and sway to dangle them into our permanent synapses. If I ever go to jail – which seems more likely all the time – I could probably make it at least 3-5 years with no human contact as long as I was allowed a high speed internet connection, unlimited Brooklyn Decker searches, and a mountain of kleenex.
It could be the crinkly-eyed smile. It could be the fact that occasionally – like when she goes on an extended two week vacation to somewhere exotic, or eats too much over Thanksgiving, or takes a few months out of the limelight in between important movies or TV shows – she gains a few pounds and gets a little chunky. Or, I admit, it could be the cleavage. Either way, regardless, I’m an unabashed Jennifer Love Hewitt lover. She has 3 names and she is rich and busty. Seriously, can’t get much better.
Also, I just read that Michelle Williams post down below and I gotta say it is bordering on greatness. Where else on the whole dang internet do you get this level of fantastical entertainment? Awesome writing skills? Check. Boobies? Check.
