Let’s try this again. Last week we shared topless photos of Chris Cornell’s wife, Vicky Karayiannis, and we done got served. I mean, the entire Phoenix University law school alumni association came after us. Soundgarden reunited to perform an obscure, yet powerful ballad about Vicky’s breasts being like sacred mushrooms that needed the wizard’s protection. All sorts of stuff flying back and forth.
Today, we look at those some wifely funbags covered in a bikini, along Miami Beach, which I think qualifies as public, at least public enough that I almost got arrested there once for public indecency. And, without prejudice, might I say once more, I am a big fan of Vicky’s body. A man should be proud to call this fine female his wife and baby mama and share her with the world’s eyeballs. Imagine there’s no chest puppies possession, Chris, it isn’t hard to do. Enjoy.