Hottie McHottiepants Aubrey O’Day wore quite the provocative number to her album release party in LA. It was a dress with a see-through panel that showed off most of her funbags. You don’t see nips but you see cleavage the likes of which you’ve never seen before. Aubrey has got a tremendous rack. She has the kind of boobage that could give a man a sprained wrist if he handled those puppies too much. Lately we’ve been seeing a lot of these transparent dresses on those of the hottness persuasion. I guess it’s a way to technically be clothed while still kinda being naked at the same time. It’s the best of both worlds. I for one hope this fashion trend continues for many years to come.
I don’t really care that much what her album sounds like but I am looking forward to the first video. I imagine it will involve oil and partial nudity.
Oh, man, how do I love a good arse. I consider it Mother Nature’s way of saying to guys, ‘You’re welcome’. While it may be considered somewhat ungentlemanly to leer toward the non-face side of any woman, the experience ogler knows how to handle such gazing situations with discretion and aplomb. Don’t bother checking out the plumbs if you’re not skilled with aplomb. I always say that, starting now.
This week’s Sextastic Twitpic Roundup is chock full of backside benevolence including Kim Kardashian showing off her suntanning bare bottom, Laura Cremaschi and her perfection of a thong booty, Jen Selter and the perfectly lunged thumper, Bella Thorne showing off teen bikini backside, Aubrey O’Day with an extraordinary slice of twin can nice, Coco Austin with a major league badonkadonka, and so very much more. You owe it to guys named Glenn, the ancient keepers of all things asstastic, to check out each and every one of this week’s hottest social media shares. Enjoy.
Are you like me? Did you cry when you heard Danity Kane broke up? Did they break up? I don’t know, I just like to cry a lot, I’m very in touch with my sensitive side. Just as I was when I saw Aubrey O’Day and her girl group cohorts flashing their lady parts on the red carpet of some Vegas pool party over the weekend. They were performing I think, I kind of lost track in the fog of staring deep into the magical chest of Aubrey O’Day as it washed away all my troubles like a Calgon bath of funbags.
I can’t say I was ever much for the Danity Kane sound, but as far as Aubrey O’Day and her Danity Kane Double-D’s, well, that has always been music to my ears. MTV’s Making the Boobs, err, Making the Band lives on its musical progeny. Two enormous progenies staring back at me right now in fact. Bless your low cut tops, Aubrey. Enjoy.
Aubrey O’Day isn’t a shy girl when it comes to her wardrobe. If you’ve got it, flaunt it, that’s what I like to say. I don’t got it, but Aubrey does, so I’m quite happy she chose to flaunt her epic sized tubes for the audience at her musical revue. Yes, I know, sometimes I forget she’s a singer as well. It happens when hypnotized by the blessed bounty of her healthy bosom.
Aubrey O’Day has been in a fight with herself over her own identity. That’s about how I sum it up. As with all girl fights, I’ve learned to stay out of the fray and just leer from a distance while munching on popcorn. It really is so much better than movies about giant car robots. Enjoy.
It’s getting tougher and tougher to sit through these American Music Awards every year. Either I’m getting older or the music’s getting worse. Or, both. But there’s no denying the AMA’s, along with the VMA’s and The Grammy’s, are the big three music award shows in terms of bringing out the pop music world hotties. Pretty much every top diva album seller is in the house and desperate to outshine their peers in sextastic appeal.
For me Aubrey O’Day and her chesty goodness made the evenings. The show definitely could’ve used a couple dozen more Aubreys, or at least her dress. Taylor Swift also looked pretty damn fine, as did Christina Aguilera, Rihanna, and newcomer Ariana Grande. Check out my picks, which include Lady Gaga, though mostly because she figured out how to win the Red Carpet even without being the most fetching lady in attendance. Enjoy.
I must admit, I’ve never quite understood Burlesque. I mean, had I been born a hundred years earlier, I very much understand why guys who never saw women in less than four layers of clothing, maybe two if married, got geeked out to see girls stripping down to their pasties and tassels. I can respect that. But in this modern age of media freedom, not to mention female body liberation (we’re still getting there, and doing our part), would you pay to see Aubrey O’Day shaking her booty but without baring her bodacious boobtastic?
I’m sure there’s some other elements to the stage show she performed down in Seminole Florida, but without the nekkidness, I’d have to watch only out of the corner of my eye while pulling the slots in the casino. That’s me. I’m a gentleman. Enjoy.
Our video game editor Aaron doesn’t think there’s such a thing as Whooty — White Booty — or that there is an actual subculture of readers with this particular fetish. Meh, he’s probably right. But given this is a time of gratitude, we’re going to celebrate here on Egotastic! those few and far between women of limited color whose bottoms often make us turn red in the face.
Here’s 10 of our bigger-get badonkadonks. It’s Whooty Time!