As one of the Kardashian sisters is falling off, because like so many fat superficial fat chicks before her, she’s decided to use her pregnancy to mask her eating disorder, and taking eating for 2, something she’s been into pre-pregnancy but never did because she is on TV and people are watching, and her thick figure was already taking too much screen time….I’m talking fat as fuck, fat that won’t shed, and that will carry her into middle age looking like a bovine….. The pimp mother has another one in place, younger, hotter, with just as much potential, and more opportunity than the half breed first batch. Not cuz this one is 100 percent white, but because the barn animal ones paved the way. It’s just too bad this Kendall girl isn’t taking over after Kim Kardashian’s funeral, because like you, I’m ready for her to die.
Nina Agdal is a downs syndrome lookin’ model, who luckily has a fantastic body to distract me from some Corky fetishes I’ve once known too well. Not because I jerked off to LIFE GOES ON …but because I worked at a retard home and the girls were always masturbating, unable to really communicate well enough to tell on me, and luckily I got none of them pregnant in the process…it was a romantic time as an orderly, I get Downs like that..a romantic experience while changing her adult diaper before bed time….. Judge all you want. Haters gonna hate… Enough about me…Here’s Nina in some lingerie making dreams come true…for her immigrant self as she steals all the American model work….
Myleene Klass is an older mom, who was once a popstar, but who is now out doing errands, because she’s worth a fucking fortune, and that’s what rich people do But more importantly, she’s bending into her car, in leggings that don’t have enough fabric to contain her ass, cuz like so many middle aged moms, she’s still rockin’ a size small, when maybe it is time to size up, but no one likes to admit they are getting thick, and that fabric is seemingly forgiving, until some asshole snaps a pic, and you realize the window to your soul and your success is on blast. I see this almost everyday, it is the best side effect from leggings, other than just being leggings, all vagina hugging and amazing. IF THIS IS PORN TO YOU AND TO SEE THE REST OF THE PICS FOLLOW THIS LINK
I am all for hipster chicks sexing up ugly dresses…showing off their midriff, their bras, their nipples and their bush. Pretty much exposing themselves for fashion, cuz they are hipsters, they are ironic, and putting yourself out there is just part of the way they deal with their insecurities. The hipster movement is mainstream, hipster is the new pop music and GAP, it is obvious, repetitive, but hot chicks are up on it and when I was going to hipster parties, all the girls were nasty, so I celebrate that good pussy has leaked through the cracks of what was otherwise a horrible lesbian thing. I am just not into it when Kesha is taking part in the movement, because Kesha is a fucking monster. Anything Katy Perry creates out of her pre-fame BFF, is bound to be shit, and here’s the proof. But I am an optimist, and at least she’s not FLASHING HER PUSSY LIPS , PEEING IN THE STREET , LEAKING SEX TAPES or worst of all…. wearing a bikini…. TO SEE THE REST OF THE PICS FOLLOW THIS LINK
I hate these Wax figures, I find them insanely creepy, but figure since you probably have sex with plastic figures that resemble the girls from your favorite sci-fi fantasy movies, who you’ve already set up fake marriages with, and who you have morning coffee with, this dead stare probably drives you fucking crazy. I mean it is the only human interaction you’ve ever had, or the closest thing you’ve had…and your dream is to one day craft something like this, cuz you have loved her and known that Emma Watson was your soul mate since she was 12…and this model of her, like your model of the Death Star, may be as close as you can get to that love, which to you is better than nothing. You virgin loser freak. So I’m posting it, cuz I like to humor you. I’m a good guy like that – and this is creepy as fuck. TO SEE THE REST OF THE PICS FOLLOW THIS LINK
I hate these Wax figures, I find them insanely creepy, but figure since you probably have sex with plastic figures that resemble the girls from your favorite sci-fi fantasy movies, who you’ve already set up fake marriages with, and who you have morning coffee with, this dead stare probably drives you fucking crazy. I mean it is the only human interaction you’ve ever had, or the closest thing you’ve had…and your dream is to one day craft something like this, cuz you have loved her and known that Emma Watson was your soul mate since she was 12…and this model of her, like your model of the Death Star, may be as close as you can get to that love, which to you is better than nothing. You virgin loser freak. So I’m posting it, cuz I like to humor you. I’m a good guy like that – and this is creepy as fuck. TO SEE THE REST OF THE PICS FOLLOW THIS LINK
In case you’re like me, and couldn’t get enough of those Doutzen Kroes bikini pictures from the other day , we’ve got even more for you today. Because I think I’ve officially found my new favorite MILF booty. The only way this view could get any better is if Doutzen bends over to help her kid build a sand castle. You don’t bring all those pails to the beach for nothing. So keep those fingers crossed, and stay tuned. Photos: PacificCoastNews
See, now this is why I named Micaela Schaefer one of my Top 10 Babes of 2012 . Lots of other girls try, but Micaela always seems to come up with the best holiday-themed photoshoots every time out. Like wearing nothing but body paint and thigh-high stockings to celebrate Easter. It’s genius. And I can’t wait to find out where she’s hiding the Easter eggs.
I had no clue what was going to happen; I worked really hard these past few years and you know, I'm not going to lie — I was disappointed. But, you. Originally posted here: Justin Bieber May Have Lost At The Grammys, But He'll Be Back …
My names Megan, I’m 16 and I’m from a small country, Northern Ireland. I’m gonna start telling you how I first attempted to meet Justin. In November 2011, Justin came to my country for the first time for the EMA Awards. We didn’t get a show, and still to this day he hasn’t performed in my country. I slept outside for 3 nights trying to meet him and had no luck. When the Believe Tour dates were released, again, he didn’t released any for my country or even for Ireland. I was heartbroken thinking I wouldn’t ever get to see him live, but flew to NYC to see him in the Garden. I didn’t have tickets for the show but i knew somehow, deep down that I would get my tickets. And I did, fourth row for the first time seeing my idol live. At MSG I got to meet Fredo, Pattie and talk to Scooter. It was a dream come true. By this stage, Justin had released 2 dates for Ireland and I begged my mum to buy me tickets and she refused so but I bought them myself. I knew that this was my opportunity to finally meet my idol, after 5 years. On the 16th February at 5:30 p.m. I was on Tinychat, crying to my friends in America about the fact I didn’t win M&G. They were helping me plan ways on how I was going to meet him and then suddenly I got an email from BieberFever. I will never forget how I felt when I read those words, “Congratulations, Megan! You’re officially invited to attend the photo meet and greet TOMORROW NIGHT February 17th in Dublin!” It was the best feeling ever. When I got to the venue, I collected my M&G at around 4:50 p.m. and I was FREAKING OUT. Lisa was there telling us all the instructions about meeting Justin and then I looked through the door and saw Kenny. Everyone on Twitter were spamming Alfredo for me as I had a letter and present for him but he didn’t come see me, sigh. It came to us and we were next into the room with him. My friend was screaming in my ear about how “hot” he looked but I refused to look at him because I didn’t want to cry before I went in and look a mess for my picture. I was having a stare off with Fredo who was across the room smirking at me, smh. When I got into the M&G, there were 2 girls in front of me and my friend. I HAD to hug him. I HAD to thank him for saving my life more than once. I HAD to stand beside him. I kinda, maybe, accidentally, sorta pushed one of the girls out of the way so I could get beside Justin. I remember looking at Justin. I started from the feet up. White supras. Jeans. HE WAS WEARING JEANS! A grey jumper with a cartoon character on it. His chains, (I remember staring and thinking how sparkly they were). Then his face – those eyes, I couldn’t stop staring at them. The security tried to pull me back to let the other girl stand beside him, but, this may sound selfish, but he saved my life and I waited 5 years for this moment. He looked at me and could tell I was panicking and I said, “Justin, no Justin! Give me a hug please!” and he looked at me, then glared at the security guard and put his arm around my shoulder. “Come here sweetheart,” and gave me a hug. I’ve never felt so complete. Nothing compares to being in his arms. All my worries went away for those brief few seconds that he held me. I know he knew I needed that hug. I whispered, “Thank you so much. You saved and changed my life so much. Thank you!” He replied with, “You too.” The picture got taken and when we were getting told to leave, I kinda jumped on Justin to hug him again, oops. He didn’t expect me to hug him and gave me a one armed hug, and I attempted to kiss his cheek but he was talking to the other girl and I kissed his jaw. I KISSED IT. When I kissed it, he clenched. I almost died. On my way out of the M&G I told Fredo I was Meg and he said, “I seen all the tweets, I’m sorry I couldn’t get out!” He’s the cutest. The security in the venue allowed us to enter before the rest of the people attending and as I was general admission, I got front row right at the runway. I touched his hand twice. 17th February 2013 will honestly forever be the best day of my whole life. Getting to thank Justin Drew Bieber for saving me, meant the world and more. I know its cheesy, but honestly believe in your dreams. I never said never, and I met him. You will too. Just believe. -Megan Here is the original post: My names Megan, I’m 16 and I’m from a small country,…
