If one more person around here tells me ‘but it’s a dry heat’, I’m going to put them in the oven at 450 and ask them how they feel about a dry heat now. I miss the snow. There, I said it. Kick me out of Tinsel Town and send me to wherever Emma Frain is posing and preening mostly nekkid for the cameras, one of the smoking hottest women in the world just arching and stretching to visual wonderment perfection.
Just like those forest fire fighters put out blazes with even more fire, so too does the gloriously sextastic Emma Frain cause me to feel a sudden loss of oxygen to my thinking parts. But I’m pretty sure that’s how nature intends this all to work. Especially on a Friday, when we celebrate our accomplishment of lasting yet another work and facing one tremendous weekend of sports, outdoors, and the blessed liquid that comes in 12-oz servings. Go get yours, Tiger. Thank God It’s Funbags!
(For much more of the crazy hot Emma Frain, check out her official site at Emma-Frain.co.uk)