Be still my rapidly beating heart, as Kelly Brook continues her stretch pants and Spandex tour of Los Angeles’ byways and promenades. This time in stretch pants for a trip to the jiu jitsu center for curvaceous woman wrestling. Oh, to be flipped to the ground beneath Kelly Brook, that is the dream. I mean, I actually had that dream recently.
Kelly Brook, I have to insist you call me so we can pick up some hot dogs and hit the beach. You bring along your security guards and your big buff boyfriend and I’ll bring along my bat spray to knock them all out so we can be alone along the surf munching on our wieners. That didn’t sound right, but you get the idea. Enjoy.