Kelly Rowland, Kim Kardashian, Britney Spears Lead the Way of Cleavage for Elton John’s AIDS Foundation Post-Oscars Party
Make of it what you will, but the Elton John AIDS Foundation party tends to bring out the biggest shows of cleavage each Oscar Sunday, with the lovely ladies of L.A. saving up their funbaggery for when the more stately Academy Awards come to a conclusion.
Heidi Klum, Kim Kardashian, Kelly Rowland, Britney Spears, Ashley Greene, and Irina Shayk all came up noteworthy in the category of most chest exposed on an otherwise pretty modestly dressed night for most of the actual movie stars. The Elton John party ticket is the hottest in town, if you can get it, which you can, for eight thousand times my hourly play rate. I had to save up this year to buy a new carbon fiber yo-yo, so I skipped, but I would never miss out on hot celebrity chestiness. Enjoy.
In yet another shoot for Xti, which I now firmly believe to be a shoe company, despite the fact I rarely look at the shoes in their hot girl catalogs pictorials, the quite sextastic and sultry looking Irina Shayk shows once more why all the fashion houses and shmata brands want her in their clothes, or shoes, or underwear, or less when looking to boost sales.
Irina Shayk was born to model. If she does anything else, it’s just icing on the cake. That cake is definitely her world class body which models everything ever so perfectly. Irina Shayk is the best thing to come out of Russia since all those new made-up snowboarding sports at Sochi. Actually, she’s better. Enjoy.
I’m not even going to begin to speculate the means by which Christie Brinkley looks so incredible at age sixty, I’m merely going to appreciate, ogle, and imagine she’s my mom and I have a bad tummy ache that needs rubbing. It’s really something out of the inexplicable handbook of hotness. You throw in the sextastic poses of Irina Shayk in a super tight dress and suddenly you have a party.
Officially, a celebration of the 50th Anniversary of the Sports Illustrated Swimsuit editions of their magazine. Hard to believe that was once a radical idea for a sports magazine has blossomed into something so wonderfully for leering each and every February. People who complain about modern times have no clue what life was like before you could see wicked hot women in tiny bikinis at the newsstand. It must have been truly awful times. Enjoy.
Beach Bunny marketing geniuses have done it again. Convinced Irina Shayk with cash to take off her clothes and put on their bikinis to pimp big time to the female swimsuit buying world, with a little side benefit for ogling gentleman everywhere.
It’s hard to think of any model that does bikinis better than Irina Shayk, though I do spend my days thinking such deep thoughts. She’s just the embodiment of allure and passion inducement. Sultry, thrilling, and one wicked fine female form. Put me down for a case of your tiniest two-pieces, good merchant. Enjoy.
I have no idea what Irina Shayk was promoting in Barcelona, I only know that (1) whatever it is, I’m buying, and (2) I would love to take Irina Shayk on a tour of one of my Top 5 worldwide cities that I’ve been arrested in before. Ah, Barcelona, your beautiful beaches and wine-scented jail cells still haunt my waking moments.
As I’ve said before, the definition of marketing genius is the guy who convinces his company to pay for Irina Shayk to don their apparel and smile for the cameras while everybody ogles her leer-worthy hot body. So simple it’s actually genius. I only wish I could afford Irina for the opening of my new home theater room, but I bought a sub-woofer off eBay instead. Not quite the same boom, but within blogger budget. Irina, let’s hit the town. Enjoy.