Kate Upton was this cocky little / massive rich twat who bought a career because at 18 she had monster tits and I guess figured she could monetize the monster tits – as the rest of her weren’t monster sized yet – and she had the resources to get to the top of titty modeling – at least the top to basic thinking half retard girls – Sports Illustrated – who I assume are easy to get to as they are slowly becoming irrelevant – and you’ve got tits and viral appeal..you know clickbait….instead of working a rub and tug where she belongs.. Well, she had a few years – probably 5 years of real relevance thanks to the media investing into content based on her since it got clicks…making her think she could finally start eating again…just as her metabolism was slowing down and her genetics wanted her gut to catch up to the monster tits…you know estrogen… Most of those years were her as a fat chick, pretending to not be a fat chick, booking non-fat chick jobs, while being a fat chick, you know modeling shoots where she’d get on set and all the same sizes of clothing were forced to be size 14…a fucking monster…but everyone turned a blind eye to it, no one told her she was fat, she went through life clueless about how disgusting she was, until she reached a breaking point, when no one wanted her anymore, because she was too broad backed to fit in the frame of the image…they’d have her 1/2 a mile away posing just to get both shoulders in the shot…SHE EVEN GOT INTO MOVIES…based on big tits..what a world we live in… So she got in shape, spent a couple of years getting in shape and I guess this brand is using her in a campaign like she matters, probably for some clickbait, without her tits, because she’s still trying to polarize that she’s not a fat chick…CLEVER. YOU Can lose the gunt, but you’ll always have the gunt to me… I don’t understand the Re-Brand-but it happened…so sophisticated and older…like a granny who will always be a shameless look at my titties whore to me…so regal…like American Royalty…the heiress of WHIRLPOOL APPLIANCES…what’s up you lil toaster over… The post Late Upton Models Without Her Tits of the Day appeared first on DrunkenStepFather.com .
Halle Berry got excited that she hit 2,000,000 followers on social media, despite being Halle Berry and that alone means she should have 10 million followers, but I guess she’s old, and thus shouldn’t even have social media…she’s got all this money, why bother posting to this nonsense like a peasant trying to be Halle Berry…makes no fucking sense… So Halle Berry, the leverage that your dad is black even though you never met him, because Hollywood like black face and can only black face with someone who has a black dad otherwise it’s racist, put together what she likely thought was clever content – her taking a shit…a dirty shit…while drinking wine…because when you’re in Hollywood letting some creepy dude watch you take a shit is how you get the big payouts…so why not be a peasant and share that with the world….. I guess, she’s out there knowing black lives matter, and that it’s a good time for a black girl, even when in blackface to cash in….so she’s doing it…on the toilet and at premieres…one last hurrah or something…because black don’t crazy… She was also at a premiere for a new movie she likely got paid too much to be in…showing some booty..after years of being a method actor who studies her roles…she knows black women are supposed to show booty…. TO SEE THE REST OF THE PICS CLICK HERE The post Halle Berry – Still a Fame Whore of the Day appeared first on DrunkenStepFather.com .
I like to think that Lindsay Lohan is my spirit animal, that we are connected at the soul, that she is the most wonderful and relevant flower from heaven that has been chewed up and spat out by her parents and Hollywood, you know someone who was all the rage, getting all kinds of money, even though I’ve NEVER seen a Lohan movie in my life, but rather just saw the demise, the ego, the fame, the tits, the paparazzi, the partying, the destruction…the disappearing, the all her jobs going to Amanda Seyfried…it was a wild ride that we’ll never live out again because celebrity doesn’t exist anymore… Well, she’s at an event, she’s left the house, in Europe, in Hiding, like Roman Polanski, still Lohan, still wonderful, just a bit more terrifying to look at…because I don’t really understand what the fuck I’m looking at…but apparently it’s our Queen and for that we bow down…even if she’s monstrous…the fact she’s LOHAN overpowers all…. TO SEE THE REST OF THE PICS CLICK HERE But it’s safe to say, she’s better suited for nude shoots, but maybe not in her current state, but in these Lindsay Lohan Throwback Playboy Nudes – Because – GREAT TITS NEVER DIE EVEN WHEN THEY DIE…because we have photographic evidence. TO SEE THE REST OF THE PICS CLICK HERE The post Lindsay Lohan at an Event of the Day appeared first on DrunkenStepFather.com .
Naked News anchor Isabella Rossini is here to expose all of the latest Tinseltown gossip on Hollywood XPosed ! This week, Isabella tells us about the latest news from the boob tube, where Caitlin FitzGerald made her nude debut on Masters of Sex , to the Blu-ray release of Halloween: The Complete Collection !
Justin Bieber makes me laugh…this is him in Panama after being arrested for DUI charges, because like everyone busted for a DUI, they run off to Panama to shoot music videos, unless this is Panama Beach in Florida, which would probably make sense, but it doesn’t matter, he is a hero of our generation…and everyone may hate him, but it seems like girls still love him, because they know he’s got a 9 inch penis and is more man than 99 percent of you…and that is the biggest joke in all this…besides the fact that he has millions of dollars…and groupies throwing panties/ vag at him everywhere he goes… Like Chantal Jeffries his new girlfriend who was with him when he got arrested and turned down 20k for an interview – to go to Panama with Bieber…follow the gold…dig dig dig… TO SEE THE REST OF THE PICS CLICK HERE
Isabeli Fontana is some old as fuck model who is 30, which to 30 year old women, will make them angry because they are in denial about being old as fuck, but can always look to Sofia Vergara for inspiration, since her sucking dick only really paid off for her by some fluke we call sucking the right dick, well into her 40s..not that all women care about being hot or desirable, I know fat as fuck slobs who can’t be vain just based on the number on the scale they are standing on….you know girls like Lean Dunham who could be 80 for all I know…she, despite being naked does exist… That said, Isabeli Fontana’s claim to fame is doing Victoria’s Secret at 16…back when Victoria’s Secret were on some Roman Polanski get tweens in their underwear kick, cuz it’s a grey area and the only way we can take those kinds of pics legally…you know before sex offending was a real crime…and now she’s showing her nipples for Ukraine Vogue, in a shoot I think I may have already posted, because I can’t imagine Ukraine Vogue getting exclusive pics of a Brazilian model’s nipples…it just doesn’t make any financial sense at all..
Isabeli Fontana is some old as fuck model who is 30, which to 30 year old women, will make them angry because they are in denial about being old as fuck, but can always look to Sofia Vergara for inspiration, since her sucking dick only really paid off for her by some fluke we call sucking the right dick, well into her 40s..not that all women care about being hot or desirable, I know fat as fuck slobs who can’t be vain just based on the number on the scale they are standing on….you know girls like Lean Dunham who could be 80 for all I know…she, despite being naked does exist… That said, Isabeli Fontana’s claim to fame is doing Victoria’s Secret at 16…back when Victoria’s Secret were on some Roman Polanski get tweens in their underwear kick, cuz it’s a grey area and the only way we can take those kinds of pics legally…you know before sex offending was a real crime…and now she’s showing her nipples for Ukraine Vogue, in a shoot I think I may have already posted, because I can’t imagine Ukraine Vogue getting exclusive pics of a Brazilian model’s nipples…it just doesn’t make any financial sense at all..
Jennifer Lawrence generally doesn’t interest me…I don’t find her hot, I don’t like her body, I don’t care that she’s an Oscar winner, because I feel the Oscars, if not staged or owned by the major studios are definitely not really legit, unbiased, or manipulated by how charismatic or friendly the actress is outside of her movie roles. You know being the cute, funny, not really worrying about looking weird and awkward girl Jennifer Lawrence seems to be…. But these pics for W magazine…are kinda hot…in a Roman Polanski – my wife just got killed, I am polish, you are 14, drink this wine and take these pills and get in the tub kinda way…. She looks good, not that I am impressed in any way, I don’t get impressed, I just don’t mind looking at these…probably cuz they look like they were shot on film and not an instagram filter…
It must be Australia Day because all my posts today have something to do with Australia….maybe I have some Australia connection I am destined to track down….you know like these women are sent as signs from the Australian Gods….who need me to travel there to rule their Australian kingdom….or maybe I have an Australia fetish…but I prefer to think there is a hire purpose to my nonsense…. This Australian is named Catherine McNeil…she’s 23, she’s an Australian model….who has been modeling since she was 14…which would seem criminal if the photo studio was in my basement and the photographer was Roman Polanski…..which would probably explain why she’s a lesbian engaged to an MTV Australia VJ…sure lesbianism is fashionable…but I like to think it comes from a darker child rape place. Here she is modeling…lookin’ good.
Clint Eastwood is not the type of movie star to disappear into a role, especially not at this point in his career. He’s more icon than actor, and a grumpy, bristly icon at that. Tonewise, there’s not actually that much separating the improvised shtick Eastwood offered to the Republican National Convention in August and the scripted routine (by writer Randy Brown) he goes through at the start of Trouble With The Curve . On the small screen he addressed an empty chair. On the big one he talks to his penis, which is not cooperating with him in his morning micturition. In both cases, he’s gruffly displeased. Eastwood’s screen persona may have calcified over the years, but it’s still enjoyably familiar to take in, and Trouble With The Curve , the directorial debut of Eastwood’s go-to producer Robert Lorenz, is constructed around his immovable, surly-with-a-soft-center performance like a house built around a tree that’s been growing in the same spot for years. Trouble With The Curve is an ode to the old ways of doing things, both in terms of acting and baseball. Clint Eastwood plays Gus, a scout for the Braves and one of the last holdouts against the stats-based system represented by his obnoxious, ambitious coworker Phillip (Matthew Lillard). In terms of perspective, Trouble With The Curve is exactly the opposite of Moneyball. It lauds the types of things that Bennett Miller’s film dismissed as out-of-date sentimentality: scrutinizing a player’s hands when he swings, listening to the crack of his bat, and looking into his face to know if he’s got heart. Where Moneyball ‘s hero was the bright kid with the computer, Trouble With The Curve ‘s is the old man with the ingrained instincts; the family with baseball in its blood. The film basks in the analog side of putting together a team, in traveling on the road to high school games and listening to a hit. Gus is getting on in years and is in denial about the fact that his eyesight is going, but by the film’s judgement he’s still the best there is — even if he has to depend on his ears. Here, character is destiny, and so we know that Bo Gentry (Joe Massingill), the North Carolina up-and-comer Gus and the other scouts are all eager to evaluate as a potential first draft pick, is lacking before we ever see him play, because he’s an arrogant ass. Trouble With The Curve ‘s old-fashioned qualities and romanticism veer into hokiness, but , but the film gets a major charge from Amy Adams, who plays Gus’ daughter Mickey. In a spirited, nuanced performance, Adams subtly undermines the film’s tacit approval of its protagonist’s ways. A dedicated lawyer on track for partnership at her Atlanta firm, Mickey’s learned to hide in her work and to keep people at an emotional distance from her dad, who shipped her away to live with family when she was six and her mother passed away. Adams doesn’t play Mickey as brittle or snippy, which has become lazy actor shorthand for the workaholic females in movies. She’s guarded but warm, and keeps reaching out to her father via calls and dinners, despite his apparent indifference and unintentionally harsh words. We know that Gus loves his daughter, he just has trouble expressing it. When Mickey isn’t around, he has no trouble praising her in the presence of others. But over the course of the film, Mickey’s refusal to give up on her relationship with her father, despite being repeatedly rebuffed by him, starts looking more like strength than her remaining parent’s growling dedication to doing things the right way. The same qualities show up in Mickey’s tentative romance with new scout Johnny (Justin Timberlake, always welcome), a former pitcher scouted by Gus years ago who blew out his arm and now aims for an announcer job. He charms his way past her defenses, and she in turn acknowledges her tendency to keep people at a distance. Mickey demonstrates that being able to bend, to acknowledge your faults and work on them requires more courage than always standing your ground. Adams quietly steals the movie out from under her co-star, and she does it while steering clear of the stereotypical ruts that could have mired her performance in mediocrity. Adams and her unexpected approach to her scenes with Eastwood bring Trouble With The Curve to life and give it more animation than its formula would suggest. Despite this, the film loses a lot of that energy in a final act that makes Lillard’s character needlessly and foolishly villainous, and then wraps every element up in an overly neat happy ending. Even baseball is entitled to a few fairytale moments, but it’s a wrap-up than oversimplifies the more complex portrait of a father and daughter and their lifelong struggle to connect. Follow Alison Willmore on Twitter. Follow Movieline on Twitter.
