Her name is Cristi, the photographer who captured her in all her amazing is named Sander Dekker …and all I see is hipster fashionista bush, which is a fetish of mine, thanks to Snooki and Kim Kardashian ruining the bald pussy to me…a stance I firmly stand by every time girls and guys tell me I am disgusting for liking bush, despite all the amazing things bush has to offer, like personality, taste, flavor and style…but instead all you ignorant fucks decide to protest the bush and assume it’s disgusting, while flappy bald, cold, labia with razor burn or laser so it will never have bush again…is supposed to be erotic…you area all crazy…but not Cristi…Cristi is the fucking future…and I’m glad she’s part of the bush movement more and more hot girls are getting into….and that I like to think I am the spokesperson for….panty pillow for life..
Her name is Cristi, the photographer who captured her in all her amazing is named Sander Dekker …and all I see is hipster fashionista bush, which is a fetish of mine, thanks to Snooki and Kim Kardashian ruining the bald pussy to me…a stance I firmly stand by every time girls and guys tell me I am disgusting for liking bush, despite all the amazing things bush has to offer, like personality, taste, flavor and style…but instead all you ignorant fucks decide to protest the bush and assume it’s disgusting, while flappy bald, cold, labia with razor burn or laser so it will never have bush again…is supposed to be erotic…you area all crazy…but not Cristi…Cristi is the fucking future…and I’m glad she’s part of the bush movement more and more hot girls are getting into….and that I like to think I am the spokesperson for….panty pillow for life..
Some photographer or creative director posted this picture of Candice Swanepeol…and I liked it because despite being owned by a huge evil exploitative brand…Candice Swanepoel still has a rocking’ body…and to jude a slave by their slave owner, would be unfair, because the slave is just doing what they were bought to do…and luckily in Candice’s case, that involves THONGS!
I never heard of this model named Luma Goeth , but she’s got such an interesting name that I have no choice by to look at her tits. I’ve also never heard of this photographer VIKTOR VAUTHIER because no one ever really cares about the photographer, even if the photographer is the one taking what could be an average looking girl, getting her naked because he’s a creeper, and taking pics of her to share with you as ART should make him our best fucking friend…I mean you’re not out there seducing girls like Luma Grothe, getting her naked, and making this kind of magic… The reality is, I don’t know if these are good pics, I just know that there are tits.
Sophia Bush is one of those looks good for 40 year old girls who in early 2000s was on some ridiculous show that people loved… I don’t really even want to bother googling it to see what show it was…I just remember some virgin loser nerd kid I used to work with…was really obsessed with her and the show she was on…I remember going to his house once, and it felt like I could have got murdered, but luckily his socially awkward ass only had light sabres and unopened box set DVDs of creepy teen dramas….along with a framed poster of Sophia Bush…it was creepy… So for anyone from the early 2000s groupies who haven’t moved on in any aspect of your life…because I can’t imagine she’s been up to much other than this Cameltoe…so here’s that camel toe…because when you’re hungry to get noticed, the message gets sent to your genitals, and if your genitals are working with you and not against you they show how hungry they are…by eating a pair of fitness pants… for the paparazzi and/or penis that has job offers…that’ll put a bitch back on the map…unless he’s already back on the map…I wouldn’t know, I’m not very good at keeping track of things…
Gigi Hadid made some noise by being in the Sports Illustrated Swimsuit Issue this year…and she’s as cute as the other girls in the magazine, while being half the size of Kate Upton which is a good thing… I singled her out, because I am an asshole, by saying she only exists as a model because her dad is some billionaire who is best friends with the guy who owns GUESS?, a company that gave her her first jobs STORY HERE But the reality is, everything that happens is from people you know and at 19 or whatever age she is, she’s not being scouted off instagram and booking jobs, because that’s just not how the world works…90 percent of all these people you see…are pulling some kind of scam…whether they have reality star LA parents who seem horrible, or are trust fund babies, or sleeping with the photographer… So she deserves this as much as anyone else, because she’s GOT NAKED FOR IT even people who spend their lives working for it, and here she is in some random magazine I’ve never heard of….
My name is Rebecca. I am fifteen years old and I live in Chicago, Illinois. My life changed forever on July 8, 2013 when I got the email that I have been praying for. I was notified that I have been picked as a winner for the BieberFever contest at 7:59 PM the night before my concert. I was literally crying and shaking as I read that I was going to meet Justin the very next day. I have been supporting him since early 2010, and this would be my first time meeting him. The next morning my younger sister, my mom, and I took the train downtown and rode a taxi to the United Center. We quickly made some friends who were other winners, and waited around in line after line. Finally, we were taken to the very last line. There we saw many familiar faces such as Kenny, Scooter, Alfredo, Dan, Jen Laski, Hot Chelle Rae, Carlena Britch, Elysandra Quinones, Johnny Erasme, and Luke Broadlick. Before I knew it, we were next in line to meet Justin. I was shaking at this point. Just before going in security told us, “No hugs. No kisses. You are in, then you’re out.” When I got my first glimpse of Justin, I said (louder then I should have), “Oh my gosh! He doesn’t even look real!” Justin smirked at me and giggled a little. I went in and claimed my spot in the picture right next to Justin, and my sister stood next to me. My sister lost it and started to cry, so Justin leaned over towards my sister and said, “Don’t cry honey. This is a happy moment,” with a big smile on his face. When he comforted my sister, he was literally INCHES from my face. Then Mike the photographer said, “Ok stop crying. We need to take the picture.” Everyone was in place for the photo and my hand was on Justin’s waist, and he was rubbing my back. I had always imagined what I would say at my M&G, but how could you think straight when Justin Bieber is rubbing your back? After the picture, I asked Justin if I could please have a hug and he replied, “Of course sweetheart,” and he pulled me in really close and squeezed me tightly in his muscular arms. I held on to him until security tapped my arm, and hinted it was time to go. When he let go, Justin looked into my eyes and said, “Enjoy the show.” As I walked out I said, “I love you!” and he smiled really big at me again. As soon as I walked out, I completely lost it and balled my eyes out. We found our seats in section 315, and had a blast. Justin performed an amazing show, of course. His vocals were spot on, and all the creativity that goes into Believe Tour was nothing short of incredible. I met the boy on the posters in my room, and nobody can take that away from me. No amount of teasing can take away the fact that he held me in his arms and pulled me in close. I am eternally grateful that I have had this opportunity. If you’re reading this and thinking you don’t have a chance to meet Justin, I know it sounds cheesy, but never say never. I didn’t think I would ever get my chance to write a My Bieber Experience, but I promise if you keep working hard at it, you will get your chance as well. -Rebecca See the article here: My name is Rebecca. I am fifteen years old and I live in…
I know the Miss Universe competition already happened, but I’m sorry, these pictures of Miss Ukraine Olga Storozhenko are just too hot not to share. I’m not exactly sure why she’s posing in a hotel lobby though. There’s so many people around. So next time Olga wants to take some bikini pictures, she’s more than welcome to shoot at my place. It’s way more private. Just her, the photographer, me, and the thousands of people watching via the webcam I’d “forget” to turn off. I’ll go ahead and schedule her an appointment for next week.
