When ladies magazines host parties, the hotties will come.
As it was last night at the Vogue Fashion Fund Awards where Christina Ricci and Ashley Greene bared some tummy and the likes of Emma Stone, Miranda Kerr, and Dakota Fanning just showing up to look fashionably engaged, and you have five parts of what I like to call a menage-a-six, with yours truly thrusting fashion compliments around rapid fire in an attempt to get those dresses off.
Hey, fashion is for ladies, fashion on the floor is for the guys. Enjoy.
I’m told this is the end of the Twilight Saga, the pornucopia of cinematic fare that has stimulated the libidinal parts of the fairer gender, young and old, with its incredibly romantic vision of Goth vampires from the Pacific Northwest, like so many flannel-clad vegan protestors outside a Starbucks, thirsty for blood, or, pumpkin-spiced lattes.
While it’s easy to mock the craptastic vamp trail that has been Twilight, there’s no doubt that the film series has introduced us to a treasure trove of hotties, for whom we are thankful in this giving of thanks season, and many of whom were in attendance at the L.A. premiere of the Breaking Dawn 2 finale last night, including Ashley Greene, Nikki Reed, and Kristen Stewart, who along with Ashley Tisdale and Teresa Palmer, stole the show on the big production red carpet. Looking at all these lovely ladies it wasn’t hard to imagine a little serious sucking going on. Enjoy.
As you know, it is our destiny to spend one long weekend together with uber-hottie Ashley Greene tucked away at our usual Comfort Inn Suite with nothing but cough lozenges and a Party-Pak of Taco Bell Chalupas and have at it until we are too sore to move, or the police arrive and kick down the door and rescue Ashley. Hopefully the former.
There’s just something about this Ashley Greene that drives us completely bonkers, even when dressed so innocent as she appears in the November issue of Riviera magazine. We just want to take her out for an ice cream cone or dance with her at the prom or strap her into a sex swing or something safe and family-friendly like that. Enjoy.
Now, you don’t need to tell anyone here about the power of women, well, hot women specifically. We’ve dedicated our lives for the past many years to the yearning supplication before the knees (to more ably peek up their skirts) of wicked hot celebrities. Granted, the folks at Variety may be conceiving of a broader definition of female power at their celebration, but, then, they’re overlooking the fundamental leverage women have over men in 99.9% of interactions. We men can’t say ‘no’ to sextastic ladies.
For example, oh, blessed hot Ashley Greene who was in attendance, Maria Menounos for whom we want to build a shrine of marble or plywood with a faux marble finish as it’s more economical, Halle Berry who we’ve been lusting for two decades now, Serinda Swan, brunette woman of super ogle-worthiness powers, and let us not overlook Azita Ghanizada, Afghan-born thespianic hottie who we first drooled over in some guest appearances on Entourage.
You want to talk about the power of women? Take a look at these ridiculously hot women and see if you can ever imagine not doing everything they say with a big dumb smile on your face. We must concede. Enjoy.
The film Butter seems like it’s been around for a while now, showing at festivals and slowing rolling out into theaters I guess again this Fall. If you check today’s Reader Finds, you’ll see some nice screencaps of Olivia Wilde with some outrageous nipple pokes from the film.
Olivie Wilde was on hand with co-stars Jennifer Garner and Ashley Greene last night in The Big Apple for a promotional screening of the film about a girl who is wicked good at carving butter. And the ladies were wicked hot. Hot enough to melt the butter in your pants. Actually, that’s not butter. But you get the idea. Enjoy.
We’ve seen these photos before I do think, somewhere in the pictorial circuit from some other magazine, but when it comes to Ashley Greene and the wicked thoughts she inspires within our 97% libido by weight brains, well, it’s worth another look.
In these ridiculously hot photos of Ashley Greene running in this month’s DT Magazine in Spain, we see the young sweet delicious actress looking exactly as I imagine she will appear as we saunter together, hand in bound hands, into our Comfort Inn suite for a weekend of nekkid Hungry Hungry Hippo play.
It will be more than a ball-snatching game, it will be a tournament of raw appetite. Enjoy.
There are few things in this world that I want to do more than ravish (or is that ravage? or both) the hot tender and delicious body of Ashley Greene, who is most famous for a movie series I’ve never seen, but with whom I’d like to make some beautiful music.
The sextastic actress was flashing more leg over the weekend in the Big Apple in short jean shorts that left me feeling like a stake had been driven through my heart, and by stake through my heart, I really mean an uncomfortable squeeze around my dangling bo-bos. Something about this woman inspires me to want to be a much worse man, abscond with the heaven-sent hottie to the nearest lodging-by-the-hour facility, and pay for 120 minutes in advance. That’s commitment. Enjoy.