When Taylor Swift is not filling her pussy up with 18 year old Kennedy cock she is trying to marry….she’s filling it up with fabric…. She’s a wholesome for the sake of her career, money maker with the best scam…singing tedious…poptart…candy coated generic bullshit tween songs that have the intellectual substance of a kids show….that say all the obvious shit that have the same depth as a fucking puddle…for the retards of the world to relate to….cuz most people don’t have fucking brains…. Her shit is on the radio whenever I turn on the radio and that’s the kind of shit that makes me want to blow my fucking brains out…but instead all wait for this cartoon character of a teen icon to fucking crack…cuz you know it will…and one day her stage show will involve her screaming death medal or obscure lesbian art songs about rape and torture while fisting herself covered in pigs blood…cuz flowers and butterflies bullshit with no substance only last so long before serious fucking collapse….you can only be a marketing tool….corporate puppet for so long before the real you wants to break free….and this fabric insertion is a start….a foreshadow of what’s to come… TO SEE THE REST OF THE PICS CLICK HERE
Sarah Harding is some UK chick from some fabricated Reality TV band and she’s out making moves wearing some pretty rockin’ shorts….if wearing short shorts is really moves…especially considering she probabyl called the paparazzi and figures it’ll be a good media hit now that she’s 30 and it’s almost gonna be too late for her or at least too late for people to consider her antics cute….especially considering everytime I leave my house every girl 16 – 25 is rocking something similar….which in and of itself is more exciting cuz it isn’t 30, expired, with a hungry uterus screaming to be fed sperm to make fetus….even if desperate once famous pussy with the energy to have a second wind is kinda hot when it has a body like this…and I guess that’s why I’ve fell into her trap. TO SEE THE REST OF THE PICS CLICK HERE
Tina Barrett is from S-Club 7 and for those of you who don’t know…S-Club 7 was one of the original fabricated for TV UK bands that I used to jerk off to when reruns played late night, cuz there was always a bitch, usually Rachel Stevens hard nippled in a bikini for at least a minute, and at the time, we’re going way back, these girls were 25 years old, but fast foreward 10 years, and here they are still pulling half naked for attention stunts, only at 35, which is kinda old to be gettin in lingerie, but I guess when you’re an S-Club 7 member, and not even the hot S-Club 7 member, you gotta take whatever you can get to promote your first solo record you’ve called “Coco Chanel” as a tribute to the last decade you spent being a fucking stripper…at least that’s what I assumed happened to this one…. The good news is, that despite hating 35 year old women, I kinda find these pics hot…. Here’s her single that she dropped 4 months ago and that only 70,000 people watched….star power that is pretty non existant and just sad and depressing….and most importantly – awful sounding.
I have already posted and showcased Sofia Vergara as my favorite thing at the Emmys for some sick reason….. I genrally hate over 35 year old women, no matter how curvy, exotic, busty, or accented they are…..I can only assume I was won over by her latina spell that I can only assume she had some witch doctor make in some Colombian lab….that lead to this career, and by witch doctor I mean a member of her family who was supplying Hollywood with all its cocaine opening some pretty important doors….it doesn’t matter…because I’m hooked…and that was before I saw thesee pics of her dresse ripped open, busted at the zipper, because her ass is just that fat and tasty, you see cuz even if this shit looks like it was maid for a tacky hispanic graduation, it was probably 10,000 dollars and hand crafted, making the zipper break that much more substantial, cuz if it was some Walmat prom dress shit that it looks like it is, I’d expect this….but the fact that it isn’t just shows how much power that ass has…an ass I want to eat….in hopes of getting some of its powers…. The only unfortunate thing in all this is her underwear….no one wears underwear to these things….unless they are in a mini skirt…so maybe just maybe it was staged….or she’s drippy…. Sexy as fuck regardless. If this post teaches us one thing….you know one valuable life lesson…is that I can turn hate into love just by seeing a little nudity….that’s all it took for me to change my opinion of her…a broken zipper and a golden fucking ass. TO SEE THE REST OF THE PICS CLICK HERE
Why is this broad still bringing up this old isht??? Five years after divorcing Jason Kidd, his ex-wife Joumana continues to relate stories about their drama in the press. Via NYDailyNews Confidential : After a tumultuous 10-year marriage to NBA star Jason Kidd , a messy divorce and five years raising her three kids as a single mom, Joumana Kidd is ready to come clean. “People that I never would have thought abandoned me and the kids,” she tells Metropolis Nights Magazine in an interview out in full Oct. 1. “I kept thinking everyone was going to be in one room and jump out and say, ‘Surprise! We were just kidding.’” She’s gone on to appear in VH-1’s “Let’s Talk About Pep,” but the demanding marriage prevented her from advancing her career on “Extra.” “I don’t want to say I got blackballed, but it looks like you’re not driven when you turn down work because your husband has a home game,” she said. Jason Kidd filed for divorce from Joumana in 2007, claiming that she was emotionally unstable and installed tracking devices in his car. In her counterclaim, Joumana alleged that Jason had carried on affairs with strippers, drank excessively and beat her. (Jason was arrested in 2001 for punching Joumana in the mouth.) In the interview, she opens up about an incident at a New Jersey Nets game in December 2006 when she allegedly had her son steal Kidd’s phone from the locker room so she could go through his texts and yell at him from her courtside seats. “I will say that most women put in that position would have acted the same way, or at least wanted to,” says the advice columnist. “Plus, it was blown up into something way bigger than it was. It was just his lawyers trying to paint a picture of me crossing boundaries and they did a good job of it. But it was far from the truth. And, it wasn’t as dramatic and amazing as they made it sound, although I kind of wish it was.” Jason Kidd married model Porschla Coleman in 2011, but his vices from the first marriage may still be around: The Knicks star was arrested for a DWI in Southampton in July. She does have one positive thing to say about the father of her children: “He is really is a talented and skilled basketball player.” A spokesperson for Jason Kidd had no comment. We get it, Joumana isn’t getting enough attention right now, but isn’t she doing herself a disservice still talking about this stuff, especially when Jason and his new wife aren’t exactly living “Happily Ever After?” Getty Images
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.
Danielle Sharp has ridiculous tits. She’s a glamour model, as all the bust shot topless bitches from the UK are, but I would rather she was my girlfriend, who I could wake up to every morning, her tit in my hand, my dick in her ass, you know true love…cuz girls who market themselves this way, are the kind of woman you want as a mother to your children, since they get what is important. I don’t know when this is from, when it was taken, what it is for….but it doesn’t matter…it is fantastic…and I am too busy writing her love letters to waste my time worrying about this….I am on a mission to save her….or at least ejaculate inside her….and that’s where my energy is being focused.
My new fetish is looking up the noses of old, tired, weather, Mexican actresses who made it in Hollywood…especially when her nostrils and tryng to see up them is is all that’s is going on in the pic…they are overpowering and all my perverted mind can fixate on…imagining all the wonderful things that I can do with those nostrils…using my hands, mouth, dick, and feee….anything to get close to them….because when you stare long enough at her nostrils…the fact that she is 90 almost doesn’t matter. To See The Rest of the Pics FOLLOW THIS LINK
Emily VanCamp is a Canadian I have never met, because I guess she lives in another ice village that is not close enough range to my ice village to reach by dog sled….but I am sure we have some mutual friends…you know since the population of Canada is 5,000. She is 26, was on a show called Are You Afraid of the Dark when she was 13 and pedophiles masturbated to her. Now she’s on a show called Revenge, that I am sure is the fucking worst, but none of her career matters, since she wears hipster shorts jacked up her ass for the paparazzi and I get to stare without feeling overly awkward, since it is via a computer screen, even though that in and of itself has got very weird historically…. To See The Rest of the Pics FOLLOW THIS LINK
Jamie Lynn Sigler hasn’t been in our faces or on our faces or on our faces in our fantasies while watching her on shitty TV because it makes the show that she is on more interesting, especially when that show is Entourage – but she has been posting her fatty tits hanging out of her shit on twitter, and as far as I’m concerned that is all the relevant she needs to be……if anything this is the peak performance of her career and it is all down hill from here….but then again I am really into has been barely famous tits hanging out of shirts at weddings on social networking sites….it’s a niche fetish but a fetish nevertheless.
