Isla Fisher was out pimping something something in New York, and, well, I don't want to get all weepy, but I've really missed her. We haven't seen her 'round these parts since she married Borat and got all grown up I guess. My heart went donut-clogged pitter-patter when I ogled her flashing her legs outside her New York hotel. You simply can't squelch ginger hotness, you can't, it's a force more powerful than the sun itself. Enjoy.