Kelly Brook is pretty much taunting me at this point. I hate to personalize things, but Kelly walking about my hood in her Spandex stretch pants pulled up tight over her outrageously two-hands-full booty is just downright sinister. Sure, she walks away from me too fast to ever get a great glimpse of her frontal beauty and sweet curvy treats, but those lovely large lady cans are always right there in my line of sight. Kelly Brook, you are killing me.
I know with our nation currently under siege from more pressing immigration matters, I probably won’t get much attention to my request to personally detain Kelly and ask the Brit what her business is here in Los Angeles and if she understands what I mean when I say I can make all her Visa problems go away with a quick game of hide the kidney pie. I would do this for the good of our nation. And my desperate to be near Kelly reproductive organs. Why not serve both. Enjoy.