I’d take Amy Adams any way I can. The ginger slender bombshell just floats my boat in all sorts of unnatural tidal ways. But perhaps her best performance to date for those who want to ravish Amy’s fine female form, is as the sultry con artist in American Hustle. While Amy shows mega-70’s cleavage throughout the film, there is one particular rather quick moment when you believe you might just see Amy flashing her full poundcakes during a fast clicking making of the sexy scene in the movie. Well, what do you see?
Life is a series of wonderful fleeting moments. You need to make sure to keep your eyes open, and mouths and hands often as well, to capture all its glory. This is going to be another wonderful week at Egotastic! I can almost taste it. Enjoy.
How time flies when you are looking at sextastic women. It’s another Friday here at the faptstic factory meaning a time to review the reader mail to see what goodies are in store for all of us. It truly is my favorite time of the week, reminding me so much of my own birthday when I would open up letters from my family with gentle reminders about how I was a burden, likely had a different father than the other kids, and looked like a sickly armadillo. Only this is much better.
This weeks Reader Finds includes cleavetastic stills of ginger hottie Amy Adams in American Hustle (EgoReader ‘Deion’ knows the way to my heart), Adrianne Palicki covered topless in a classic FHM shoot (many thanks to ‘Owen’), Naomi Watts full frontal nekkid goodness onscreen (a loving visual from ‘Mackey’), Jennifer Lopez in her nipple baring role (blessings from ‘Barbara’), Melissa Debling hot funbags galore in a bikini (kudos to ‘Wimple’ for such a discovery), Olivia Wilde with one of my favorite Olivia Wilde photos ever (much gratitude for ‘Steve B.’), Rhona Mitra bloody hot and topless on the silver screen (goriffic boobtastic via ‘Olav’), Jamie Chung nipple slipping in a photoshoot (a welcome sight indeed from ‘Darla’), Christina Aguilera and Jenna Dewan in a steamy music video promo shot (yummy lesbionics dropped off by ‘Tito’), Olga Kent bare-ass hotness still from her Italian cinema (Booty goodness from sons of Rome ‘Antonio’ and ‘Bruno’), Dutch soap star Bo Maerten unusually topless (Dutch treat contributed by ‘Jaymz’), Scarlett Johansson almost almost showing off her amazing funbags onscreen (luscious almost treats from ‘Geddy’), Leonor Watling topless for the sake of murder (cinematic skinematics by ‘Peter’), Laetitia Casta topless in celluloid delights (super hottie topless goodness from ‘Quin’), Brazilian sextastic Juliana Costa and her perfect chest puppies (mmmm good via ‘Elven’), a purported old school Meagan Good nip slip (this is a new one on me, but I’m going with ‘Mike D.’), Katy Perry flashing mega-cleave at her birthday party years ago (nice deep find from ‘Fred’), Michelle Michaels topless in the delightful family film, Slumber Party Massacre, Aly Michalka bra covered boobtastic in Two and a Half Men (whoa, Michalka by way of ‘Trent’), Shannon Tweed topless in the 80’s (delicious funbags from ‘Spencer’), and last, but by no means least, former America’s Next Top Model winner Nicole Fox quite nekkid in Redlands (thank you kindly good ‘Adam’). It’s a handful or three today. Enjoy.
You know how much I love a red carpet. Seeing all the girls in their finest, imagining they’re parading down the crimson carpet in a contest to win my affections for the evening, or however long our unbridled passions would last, so, half an evening. All the time into making the face and boobs and butt look just right in some designer gown. It’s kind of exciting really.
Outside of Oscar night, there’s perhaps more bigger Awards show evening than that of the Golden Globe Awards. It brings out the good looking ladies from both film and television in one mega cat-fight of one-upsmanship. Or upswomanship. It’s really quite a night, even if the Awards show itself is a silly bit of business from hard drinking foreign journalists living the life in Hollywood.
While there was any number of sweet decked out treats this year, the likes of my future girlfriend Amy Adams, new mama Jenna Dewan, about to be mama Olivia Wilde, lesbionic hottie Amber Heard, underrated veteran beauty Sandra Bullock, Sofia Vergara who kills every red carpet, and many more filled out my dance card for hottest ladies at the ball this evening. Check them all out, I’m sure I’ll be updating throughout the night, cocktail consumption count being my only excuse for negligence in that regard Enjoy.
When they find me passed out in Amy Adams panties drawer, I don’t want any of you to say you didn’t see it coming. Don’t be that neighbor or coworker who acts all shocked when they hear odd news about somebody they thought they knew. I’m telling you now, I have a crazy lust crush on Amy Adams. I want you to tell reporters you totally expected this and surprised I wasn’t hauled away with a mouth full of her undergarments sooner.
The coquettishly hot Amy Adams sparkled (I know that’s a girly term) on the red carpet for American Hustle in what I’m sure is some quite expensive fancy designer dress that all I could think about was ripping from her sweet female form and declaring one million years of manly evolutionary desire to give her several babies in one sitting. In my mind, everything works out wonderfully after that point. Which is why I choose to live in fantasyland. So much more action than in reality land. Enjoy.
I really don’t know why Amy Adams limits herself to so many goody-good roles in Muppet movies and the like. She is so damn ginger hot I almost want to cry. And beg her to take on my daring, revealing, baring roles in either the movies or just hanging in my kitchen-living room reading the paper in the morning.
Amy put on quite the photographic display of mature sextastic for this month’s Vanity Fair, showing exactly how explosive she can be when she gets into hottie skin flashing mode. Just so damn alluring. I already ate three pages of my copy of the magazine. Just instinct. Enjoy.
Ah, another day, another gala to which I’m not invited. And this one really hurts. No, not because of all the A-List celebrities that came out to support the L.A County Museum of Art Film thingamajig, but because of all the A-List celebrity hotness that was on display at the froufrou event that I missed out on personally scoping with my scope thing.
And there was some serious talent onboard at this event, including Kate Hudson, looking all kinds of showy, Kate Beckinsale, looking all kinds of MILFy, and Amy Adams looking all kinds of, well, Amy Adams, which is ever amazing. So, for one more evening, my tux stayed in the closet at the local tux rental shop. But my heart, my heart will go on. Enjoy.
I don’t mind girls faking it, not in the least, it’s how I do my best work really. I know she’s not a natural red, but I’m still partial to Amy Adams. Just the illusion of ginger is enough for me. And when you throw in innocent girl Amy showing off a ton of cleavage at the New York Film Festival, why then this red has me feeling pretty flush myself.
It’s a shame that Amy doesn’t get a bit more frisky with her thespianic choices. She really does seem like a caged tiger, so much potential for delightful clawing and scratching, rather than just seeing the pretty animal pacing back and forth in a cage. I don’t rule the world, not yet at least. You’ll know the day I do for that is the day you will be able to see if Amy’s carpet matches her drapes. Trust. Enjoy.