Okay, I will grant you, I've had a cocktail or three, which I have to imagine is specifically prohibited under my strict 'make the bad demons go away' pharmacological course of prescriptions, but, still, I'm seeing something funny in these otherwise sextastic photos of Hebrew School Hottie Mila Kunis in this month's Harper's Bazaar magazine.
Work with me here, it's like she got shrunk, or compressed, or kiddified and she's kind of smushed from her usual world class hot self to something unusually truncated in body. Seeing Mila like this at the amusement park like this, well, I haven't felt these kinds of tingles since I watched the female members of the Lollipop Guild kick up their diminutive heels; please tell me I'm imagining this.
I'm prepared to stop drinking for an entire half-day if that's what it takes to make Mila Kunis come back to normal. Help.