You take two hot brunette Brits. Charli XCX and Daisy Lowe. Invite them to the same decked out spectacle event. One goes with major side boob on the red carpet, the other opts for deep bosomy cleavage. How do you decided the better show-woman?
As always, I choose the horny Solomon solution of ‘both’. I couldn’t imagine the heart-wrenching decision of having to tell one of these set of faptacular funbags that they somehow deserve the silver. Nay, this is entirely a gold medal affair. I couldn’t take my eyes off of either, careful to make eye contact first so as to be a gentleman, before moving on to leering catatonically as those lovely fleshy mounds. I want to adopt both of them, declare them my nieces in public, and let people talk gossip behind our backs. That’s the boobtastic dream. Enjoy.
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As far as Gavin Rossdale’s love children go, Daisy Lowe still remains at the top of my list for getting stuck in an elevator with. Just one fine brunette model from the Old Country who makes for ever faptastic photoshoots, even when designed almost entirely for the fashion and style conscious women’s magazine crowd. I care not. There is no mountain high enough or valley low enough that I won’t search for the sextastic. You know, provided there’s an In&Out burger that serves alcohol when I get there.
Featured in the current Hunger magazine, Daisy Lowe gives up a little something something of topless peeks to the casual gentleman ogler who might happen upon her spread after his lady is done oohing and aahing over the marvelous photos. I don’t know which planet men are from, but it’s the one where we really like to see ridiculously hot women without their tops on. I’m not sure it’s named after a Roman god. Enjoy.
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I don’t know if it was the Woman of the Year or Man of the Year Awards, or if they’re one in the same. After catching sight of Britty model hottie Daisy Lowe and her tremendous teats barely contained in her racy outfit for the ceremony, I lost track of the not the least bit important award show details. Daisy Lowe has always been a charming exhibitionist, though not a super public attention seeker. At least not enough for my tastes. But when she decides to give it her one-hundred percent, wow, she can really own a red carpet.
We applaud the ladies who bare their udders with utter disregard for silly social standards of modesty. If you got it, flaunt it. The kids will be okay, trust me. They suckle those yams to sustain and nurture. Nobody but the misled finds anything wrong with beautiful women showing off their bounty. This is part of what keeps me going day after day. Knowing the battle continues. Also, you know, getting paid to stare at Daisy Lowe’s ridiculously hot body. I’d say it’s 50-50. Enjoy.
There’s something red going on here. I’m not sure what it all means, but it has something to do with getting some of Europe’s finest looking models out of their clothes and in all kinds of kinky weird poses with props like balloons and clouds and more dangerous things. So, I favor the red.
Daisy Lowe, Anja Rubik, Lara Stone and a gaggle of other continental sextastic professionals lead the way in this Antidote magazine spread of some of the biggest ladies in the world of catwalking looking kind of dangerous and dark, but ever topless and wicked hot. You know how I feel about art, it’s always better with nekkid fine female forms. The Greeks and Romans knew that going back to the beginning. It still holds true today. Art, I ogle thee. Enjoy.
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I guess it’s Men of the Year because there are just too many good men in England to name just one guy the best. Naturally, I expect to win that award when it’s handed out in the U.S, I mean, if GQ would finally admit that torn jeans and an AC/DC concert t-shirt are the height of fashion. Regardless, the entire evening in honoring the men is really about bringing out the hot women, as GQ always does, including belusted hotties Rosie Huntington-Whiteley, Alice Eve, Emma Watson, and Daisy Lowe, to name a few funny talking sextastic ladies.
Someday, I’ll have girls of this caliber all decked out and drinking martinis at one of my swank backyard soirees. Just as soon as I get a backyard. Or figure out what soiree means. Enjoy.
Damn you, Terry Richardson.
The man who has the best job in the whole world (yes, even better than my own) confounds by not even having to get girls nekkid in his photo loft to make me jealous. Just Britty model Daisy Lowe and diva Florence Welsh kissing and fooling around fully clothed in his private space while he shoots away. Oh, sure, it’s not exactly racy, but it’s the kind of fun I imagine having my ownsel like once or thrice an hour. I’m literally turning green with envy. It may also be bluish from having watched Daisy and Florence for a bit too long. Enjoy.
It’s something like a phenomenon, baby. These hot celebrities just can’t stop celebrating their own hotness by way of Twitter, Tumblr, Facebook, and other media where they get to control what goes out there of their own image. And, by control, I mean they simply can’t get enough of showing themselves off to the general public. Without egos, there’d be no Egotastic!
This week’s Sextastic Twitpic Roundup includes the precious delights of Jessica Alba and Sofia Vergara partying together on Cinco De Mayo, Sara Jean Underwood flashing her every ready cleavage, Adrianne Curry in some memorably revealing poses, Aubrey O’Day showing lots of nekkid butt, and so much more goodness, it must be seen to be be-lusted. Enjoy.