As we didn’t quite dispense enough trouser-troubling imagery in the last installment, it’d be remiss of us not to return to the familiar, nourishing embrace of Jessica Nigri’s cleavitude. Let’s nestle in there, in a Borrowers-esque manner, and admire the words of her official site; wherein we are told that she’s a: “cosplayer, spokesmodel, interviewer, gamer and comic book enthusiast!” Nerdvana in lady form, potentially, should any of the latter two claims be even partially true.
Still, as we’re sure you’ll all attest, the internet never lies. Bullshittery and falsehoods are not tolerated on them thar interwebs (horse porn and surreptitiously filming pensioners in the shower -as their tits drag on the floor like a Neanderthal’s knuckles- is perfectly okay though. Disclaimer: so we’re told. Iinternet history- erased!). Possibly excepting those infuriating pop-ups that proclaim, You have won a Ferrari! No, seven of them! You need only click this link, whereupon you PC will be swiftly, gleefully and vigorously kicked in its tiny electronic bollocks by viruses, you can believe everything you read. As such, Elvis is alive, and currently employed as an impersonator of himself, the perfect little piece of deceptive chicanery.
By extension, Jessica Nigri is a bona-fide -with all due emphasis on the boner- gamer. The kind you’re liable to encounter at 4.30am, pwning noobs in her panties. Which sounds good to us. Whether her geeky persona is a mere cynical attention-ploy or not, she certainly looks the part as she shows her… parts. Peruse the gallery, rated BSC for an excess of Blonde Strumpet Cleavage.