People throw around the word 'cliche' like it's a bad thing. But cliches often come about because they're simply timeless truisms. Like the French maid costume. Sure, it's not fresh, it's cliche. But it works. And it never stops working, not when it's being brought out of the closet once again by the crazy amazing body of Emma K for a striptease shoot in the boudoir. Yes, I am completely willing to suspend my disbelief for any amount of time and believe that Emma K is a maid I've brought over from Marseilles to clean all six hundred feet of my humble abode with a feather duster and a silky low cut asstastic revealing uniform. It could happen.
On Wednesday's, the hump of the work week, why not dream a little dream of hitting the big boobtastic time with the likes of Emma K. Dreams are free and really have yet to be topped by anything on pay cable, though it's often close. Emma K, you blessedly bosomed topless French maid, merci beaucoup. There will be a little something extra in your envelope this week. Huzzah!