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Elizabeth Hurley “Forgets” Sari Blouse, My Ass
HuffPo reports that Elizabeth Hurley attended a black-tie event this week in London dressed in a sari but “forgot” to wear a blouse underneath.
Can you imagine this kind of senility setting in at age 44? Poor thing!
But forgetting Elizabeth’s age-defying boobage for a second, let’s do a scroll down to her feet:
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Filed under: Annie Wilkes, Arun Nayar, Boobs, Breasts, Elizabeth Hurley, Marrying In, Racial Drag, Saris, Scary Feet, See-Through Clothes, Showing Your Breasts In Public, Tits, Weird Feet
Hey! Olivia Munn All Glossy And Naked-like, Again
Our girl Olivia will soon debut Hey Olivia!, her own personal magazine with MyMag–a company that asks famous people/tastemakers/yadda yadda to curate material for their own personal issues.
But who cares about the specifics? That’s burying the important news, which is: WOOHOO! NEW PICTURES OF OLIVIA IN LINGERIE! READ IT AND WEEP!!!
Hey! Boobs!
Currently, Olivia is joined in the editor’s box by DISGRASIANaries Brett Ratner and DJ Steve Aoki. They don’t look nearly as good in their skivvies, that’s for sure.
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Filed under: Beautiful Ladies, Boobs, Bras, Brett Ratner, Hey Olivia!, Hot Bodies, Hot Photos, Lingerie, Magazines, MyMag, Olivia Munn, Olivia Munn is Hot, Panties, Photospreads, Shameless Reasons For Buying Magazines, Steve Aoki, Tastemakers
File Under Totally Gratuitous: Lucy Liu Nude Pics! [NSFW]
Nerve.com has, ahem, uncovered some old Lucy Liu nude pics.
They don’t know when they were taken or what for, but like you care.
See the whole gallery here.
[Nerve: Lucy Liu Nude Photos Resurface]
Filed under: Actresses, Asian American Actresses, Boobs, Charlie's Angels, Lucy Liu, Lucy Liu Naked, Lucy Liu Nude, Nerve Dot Com, Nipples, Nude Boobs, Posing Nude
Padma’s Pregnancy Puppies
“Hello, World. Meet my pregnancy puppies. Pregnancy puppies, meet world. Consider these girls my gift to you. Drink them in. Eat them up. Move in a little closer. Uh, okay, that’s close enough, now you’re starting to perv me out and remind me of my creepy ex. Ahem, where was I? Oh right, I was introducing you to my glorious breasts. Can you imagine what these babies will look like when they’re brimming with milk? I mean, hello. Now there’s a Quickfire Challenge for you–what can you do in an hour with Padma’s breast milk? Ha! Like that’ll ever happen. You can look but you can’t touch. Actually, touch these boobs and I cut you. They’re as tender as a Kobe-strip right now and my hormones are all over the place. Jesus, what I wouldn’t give for a cold compress for these sore nipples. That and a vodka cocktail.”
[photo via HuffPo]
Filed under: Boobs, Breasts, Cleavage, Desis, Indian-Americans, Nipples, Padma Lakshmi, Padma Lakshmi Breasts, Padma Lakshmi Pregnant, Pregnancy, Tits, Top Chef
Shot Through The Heart/And You’re To Blame/Grace Park You Give Underboob A Good Name
I’M CONFUSED.
I hate Maxim, I hate butt-to-butt photos, I hate underboob “shirts.”
But goddamn, Grace Park on the cover of the new issue of Maxim makes all of that nonsense look good. I CAN’T HATE. I CAN’T HATE. (Did I just write that??!?)
[Just Jared: Grace Park & Tricia Helfer Cover Maxim Magazine]
Filed under: Beautiful Ladies, Bikinis, Boobs, Butts, Grace Park, Hot Bodies, Maxim, Photographs Maxim, Smoking Hotness, Taking a Hating Break, Unholy Magazine Covers
Hooray For Boobies: NFL Dons Pink For Breast Cancer, Andrea Kremer Goes Rogue
So wait. Nearly the entire NFL donned fuschia pink this week, in awesome support of Breast Cancer Awareness. Damn cool.
Why , then, did Sunday Night Football’s Andrea Kremer feel the need to answer to pink with powder blue–as in a wacky powder-blue-leather-motorcycle-jacket monstrosity?
Where’s the pink, Andrea?
Does she have something against boobies? Come on! Breasts are awesome!
Breasts rule (And yes, um, those are, um, mine*), let’s keep ‘em healthy!
Love boobies? Hate cancer? Join Susan G. Komen here for the cure.
Filed under: Boobies, Boobs, Breasts, Cancer Is Horrible, Cures, NFL, Pink
Be Expensive! Be, Be Expensive!
Of all the people in the world, why is adorable quirktress Alexa Chung (Note: Yes, we love her. But this is in no way a suggestion that you watch her show on MTV–or MTV at all, for that matter) the only person in the pseudo-celebosphere speaking with any reason?
In a recent interview w/ the UK’s Times, she discussed her resistance to show her airbrushed ass off for the benefit of male splooge magazines (Cuz lawd knows, an editorial spread in Maxim can take you far), saying:
“I feel like I have no need to be sexy for anyone other than my boyfriend. It feels a bit cheap. I didn’t want to be the token presenter that pandered to a male demographic.”
Sad, but I admit I was taken aback by the words that came out of the 25-year old TV personality’s mouth. I mean, cheap? What young star cares about being cheap anymore?
And for that matter, what’s so cheap about… um…
—er, sorry, I just boobs forgot what I squoosh the boobs where I uh, titty titty bang bang whatever Spread em! Spread em! totally forgot what I was talking about.
[Times Online: Alexa Chung - America's New Idol]
Filed under: Alexa Chung, Boobs, Chicks that Rule, Class and Decency, FHM, Looking Cheap, Maxim, Pandering, Splooging Your Pants, The Price of Fame
BITCHFIGHT ALERT! Meghan McCain vs. Michelle Malkin
Oh, it’s on.
During a live chat Friday on Politico’s The Arena, Malkin–who’s been busy promoting her new Obama-hatin’ book–was asked which conservative commentator “needs to shut up,” and she named Meghan McCain.
McCain, in turn, responded via her Daily Beast column Monday, writing, “(I)f people like Michelle Malkin and Ann Coulter think they can bully me into giving up this fight and what I am doing, they are going to be severely disappointed.” Then she threw down the ultimate blogger-to-blogger insult by boasting:
“Malkin has the No. 1 book on The New York Times bestseller hardcover nonfiction list, but I have nearly twice as many Twitter followers as she does. And trust me, Twitter is more of an indication of where young people are than books published by the hyper-conservative publisher Regnery—which will be bringing you Carrie Prejean’s new book and published one of Ann Coulter’s.“
Ahhh sheeeit, Michelle, are you going to take that lying down?!
Meanwhile, my money’s on Meghan McCain in this bitchfight. And here’s why. She might not know a whole lot about the history of her own political party, but a) McCain’s already got a fighting Asian sidekick in her BFF Tila Tequila, who’s a self-professed former “cholo gang” member, and b) I’m pretty sure one thwap from McCain’s tremendous boobs to Malkin’s face would knock tha bitch out cold.
[The Daily Beast: My Message for Michelle Malkin]
Filed under: Bitchfights, Boobs, Conservative Pundits, Meghan McCain, Meghan McCain vs. Michelle Malkin, Michelle Malkin, Republican Infighting
Boob Ram
“Don’t Ram the Boobs” seems like a game that my boyfriend would invent after a night of Tecate, spicy pizza, medicinal pot, Cazadores, White Castle burgers, a round of Trivial Pursuit, three pot cookies, two quesadillas, Modelo Especial, a few rounds of “How Hard Can You Squeeze a Raw Agg Before It Cracks and Splatters Everywhere?”, a 32oz. of Miller High Life, one more pot cookie, an around-the-room test of “Who Can Eat a Tablespoon of Cinnamon?”, a plate of Thai larb salad, and three bottles of Pellegrino.
I can just imagine coming home to a very rudimentary setup of “DRTB” accompanied by the words, “But honey! All you have to do is wear this bikini and STAND THERE!”
Sounds pretty fun. And let’s be honest. I’m my mom’s flat-chested progeny, and I’m not getting fakies anytime soon–which could give the dude and his fellow contestants quite the handicap. I’m IN.
Thanks, Thomas!
Filed under: Bad Nights, Boobs, Booze Rules, Boyfriends, Don't Ram the Boobs, Fake Tits, Pot, Weed, Weird Contests, Weird Japanese Behavior, Weird Japanese Game Shows
"Ladies" Who Lunch
Tila Tequila and Meghan McCain finish lunchat Hollywood’s Chateau Marmont, March 28
TILA: Me too! Thanks for buying lunch.
MEGHAN: Well, you said you couldn’t find your wallet.
TILA: Oh! Um, yeah!
MEGHAN: Um, you’re welcome.
TILA: You have a lot of dough though, right? I mean your mom’s totally loaded.
MEGHAN: Well I don’t really like to talk about money.
TILA: Oh. Why?
MEGHAN: I’ve always heard it’s kinda tacky. Kinda like talking smack about your dad’s first family when they’re not around to defend themselves. Not like my mom does that or anything.
TILA: Hunh.
MEGHAN: Hunh.
TILA: Hey, did you buy your boobs?
MEGHAN: Excuse me?
TILA: God, you must have bought really expensive ones. They’re so real, it completely looks like it’s all real fat in there.
MEGHAN: Er, yeah, my breasts are real.
TILA: Oh my gaw! Praise the lawd Jesus! I love ‘em! You’ve got awesome tits, girl.
MEGHAN: Thank you. Everybody loves my boobs.
TILA: I just want to stuff my face in them and then make out with your thighs for my vlog. And then take you home to meet my parents.
MEGHAN: I, uh, okay.
TILA: And gaw, I’m like, just so glad we hooked up on Twitter! Ha… you can actually say “I hooked up with Tila Tequila… on Twitter.”
MEGHAN: Yeah… I… could?
TILA: It’s just that when I found that you like, fully looked up to me, I just sooooo wanted to like, reach out, like to a little sis or an um, like, rabid fan, or whatever. I can’t believe you’re my rabid fan! I love that!
MEGHAN: Oh girl, I love you. But I don’t know if you could call me a “rabid fan,” per se. It’s not really like that. I just think it’s cool that you–
TILA: Make out with chicks.
MEGHAN: Well, not–
TILA: Have beautiful, big tits.
MEGHAN: I mean–
TILA: Hate the gooks.
MEGHAN: You–wait, what?
TILA: You wanna “If You Seek Amy!” Girrrrl!!!
MEGHAN: Um, Tila, I think I might just going through a rebellious stage. I hate my parents. My mom’s a robot.
TILA: Mine too!
MEGHAN: That’s awesome.
TILA: I know. So annnyways, when I realized we were going to lunch, I was like, we’re gonna dress all ladylike, right? So I’m gonna wear a little black dress and my classiest stilettos! And then I was all like, ohmigosh. Pearl necklace. I’ve gotta wear a pearl necklace!
MEGHAN: Are those… pearls?
TILA: Well, I mean, kinda! Anyway, pearl necklaces are like my favorite thing. If you know what I mean! [snorts]
MEGHAN: Yes, I think I do. Hey, not to get or technical or anything, but I think those balls on your necklace are more accurately meant to appear “pearl-like.”
TILA: [suddenly emotional] Girl, don’t hate.
MEGHAN: What??
TILA: Are you being a hater?
MEGHAN: I… I’m sorry, what?
TILA: I have suffered so much hardship in my life already. And when you’re on top [snorts], people just want to take you down. They wanna be haters! And I say, fuck the haters!
MEGHAN: Tila, I’m not… I’m not hating.
TILA: Fuck the haters! Don’t be a hater! Don’t breaka my stride, girl! Don’t hate!
MEGHAN: I just spent two-hundred bucks on lunch. Why would I hate?
TILA: Girl, don’t talk about money. That’s just tacky.
MEGHAN: I just told you that!
TILA: Bitch, please! [whips out Blackberry]
MEGHAN: What are you doing?
TILA: I’m tweeting this.
MEGHAN: Oh my fucking God. You’re like a goddamn Twitter addict!
TILA: Yeah, I twitter a lot, ho! Right now I’m saying that you’re a cunty, money-grubbing, hater bitch. Should show up on your phone in a second. Oh, and now I’m saying that you take the Lord’s name in vain.
MEGHAN: Oh my god, you’re a full-on psycho.
TILA: Right now I’m tweeting that you’re a full-on psycho.
MEGHAN: I hate you.
TILA: I didn’t vote for your dad.
MEGHAN: Who cares? Neither did I!
TILA: I’m tweeting that.
MEGHAN: AUGHHHHHHH! [exits]
[Us Magazine: Meghan McCain Goes to Lunch With MTV's Tila Tequila]
Thanks, Jasmine!
Filed under: Addiction, Boobs, Celebrity Twitterers, Chateau Marmont, Circus Tits, Drive-Bis, Haterasian, John McCain, Lunch, Meghan McCain, Odd Couples, Rebellion, Shameless Photo Ops, Tila Tequila, Twitter
Nope, No Ginormous Boob Skanks Over Here!
As you may recall from last week, the poor gal photographed near Michael Phelps at LAX Airport was subsequently called everything under the sun: Phelps’ girlfriend, a “busomy, exotic stranger”, a “stacked stripper”, a “total stranger”, a “stalker”, “some little Asian girl with buoys strapped to her chest“, and of course, “a fug Asian chick” (to name a few).
But let it be known, as declared right here and now (or, more accurately, on TMZ) that this woman refuses to be referred to as:
A GINORMOUS BOOB SKANK
In her words: “I’m not a ‘ginormous boob skank’, oh my god. Oh my god. I am not a ginormous boob skank.”
And in her friend’s words: “[unfomfortable chuckle] She’s not a skank.”
The funny thing is, we did some homework and can’t seem to find anywhere on TMZ where she was referred to as a ginormous boob skank. And actually, given our extensive research (Google), we aren’t actually certain that anybody of note ever did.
But there you have it folks, it seems like most of the monikers you’ve bestowed upon this fine lady are, indeed, just fine. But “ginormous boob skank”–as the lady says it–is totally fucking off limits.
Filed under: Boobs, Circus Tits, Fakies, Giant Knockers, Ginormity, Ginormous Boob Skanks, Huge Breasts, LAX, Michael Phelps, Michael Phelps Stalker, Monikers, Name-Calling
America’s Next Top Model: Eliminasian
Alas, alack, we’ll have to wait ’til next year for an Asian-American Top Model. Sheena Sakai was eliminated from ANTM last night after turning in another boring photo, which seemed to be her only way of responding to the judges’ constant criticism that girlfriend was too hoochie. Despite my enthusiasm for Sheena in the beginning, she was starting to work my last nerve, always picking fights in the house and getting on her soapbox, spoken word-style, about things that were really none of her beeswax, like Marjorie’s shyness or Elina’s control issues (both tired subjects, admittedly). She did handle her exit with restraint, however, without tears or drrrrrrama or uttering that horribly cliché but now de rigueur reality TV closing line, “This isn’t the last you’ve seen of (me in the third person).” Okay, she offered up a version of that–”I’m not going to be forgotten”–but then contradicted herself immediately with “and hopefully, I won’t be,” as though she had finally seen the bullshit in her own bluster. Was this a farewell to fakery for Sheena Sakai, i.e. what is she going to do about those boobs? Tits not for me to say, really.
Filed under: America's Next Top Model, ANTM, Boobs, Buh Bye, Fake Tits, Fakery, Farewells, Hawaiians, Hoochie Mamas, Reality TV, Sheena Sakai, Tyra Banks
