My, my – what do we have here? Anna Paquin in a cute little dress sliced open to her navel and no bra. She recently came out in some kind of public service announcement and said she is bisexual. As a man (yeah, baby), I am obligated to think about that with a vapid smile on my face while staring up at the heavens and thinking… dirty thoughts. She is shown here with her toolbelt boyfriend, but he really isn’t a tool is he? He dates Anna Paquin, and she gets it on with girls. This means he can tool around in all these photos and wink and me and say: you can only dream of this, my girlfriend is bi and a 3-way even if it hasn’t happened or isn’t happening may happen, which is more than you can say so stuff it. I would say back… awesome, can you send me some pics?
Ok, to make up for the technical difficulties, we are tossing out a new post today.
I think the first day of spring was yesterday or the day before. Ahh, sun is shining, birds are chirping, and chicks are wearing less and less when it comes to clothing and optional undergarments. This is a phrase that’s a bit of an oxymoron anyway, what undergarments aren’t optional?
This babe is looking cool in her sunglasses, and rocking the open blouse in the sunshine.
Somehow, it is much more thrilling to find pokies on a babe who is generally sort of demure and reserved and not prone to running around braless. I mean, a pornstar with perfect boobs an nips that would poke an eye out makes for a great subject to stare at, don’t get me wrong. As my grandpappy was fond of saying, boobies is boobies. But take a girl like Reese Witherspoon for instance. Not exactly a slutbag, or an exhibitionist. Pokies on Reese, ooh what a thrill.
