Oh, my oh my. Just when I've had way too much expensive bottled water pimping along comes half-Indian hottie Vivica Mitraand her splendidly exotic good looks and ridiculously hot bikini body selling the very same on the shores of Malibu. How can I dislike a consumer products venture that brings much skin to the forefront of their marketing efforts? That would be almost un-Egotastic.
Vivica Mitra's struts across the sandy SoCal shorelines reminds me of about half the dreams I have each evening, or about ten thousand, involving a sextastic multi-ethnic hottie walking toward me whispering what I believe to be is 'take me now, Bill' but only when she gets close do I realize is actually 'can you maybe not stare at me so much'. Such is the tragic nature of my life. To be so close to lust, but never to fully taste. Enjoy.