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This week’s Mr. Skin Minute video features Jena Malone not nekkid in Hunger Games: Catching Fire, but flashing her bare top and buttside in The Messenger, Evan Rachel Wood topless in Charlie Countryman now in theaters and On-Demand, and Jennifer Aniston in sheer bra and panties in We’re the Miller now on Blu-Ray. Check them all out. Enjoy.
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Now, you know how frustrated we have been with Jennifer Aniston through the years for not only not showing her bare boobtastic in her movies, but for constantly holding press conferences about how she’s going to be showing off in her current film, only to find the key shots chopped and burned by Jen’s bodyguards on the editing room floor.
We’re the Millers was a classic example. Jen was lauded for her bravery to play a revealing stripper. And she did indeed bare a good deal of her body which she works so hard to maintain with her special waters and yoga and mystical cups. But, no funbags. Until now really. Thanks to EgoReader ‘Charles’ we have a look at what might be a possibly illuminated, but certainly seems real look at Jen’s headlights through her rather sheer bras wardrobe for the film. My Spidey senses are certainly tingling. In a slightly uncomfortable but quite nice way. Enjoy.
You know I have mixed feelings on the topic of Jennifer Aniston boobtastic. On one hand, I regret ever buying into the former Friends star’s lies about bravely appearing topless in now about five movies in which she does not appear topless. At the same time, I’d elbow any one of you in the mandible to get to the front of the line to love, nurture, and suckle at the tasty teats on this veteran hottie. Such is the conflict of the Egotastic! man. It’s not easy being a super horny cowbody.
Jennifer was showing off her pushed up racktacular pretty swell like at the Toronto Film Festival screening of Life of Crime. When you get past the public relations machine and image coordinators and handlers and Jen’s own bullshit, she really is a rather attractive woman for any age. Jen, call me, I’ve got Canadian dollars still I need to spend. I can be up there in a few hours. Enjoy.
The thing about major motion picture strippers is that they never quite strip. That does reduce some of the underlying allure. On the other hand, seeing the likes of Jennifer Aniston in We’re the Millers and Vanessa Hudgens in Frozen Ground, both playing strippers who stop short of removing their bras and panties, well, still quite ogle-worthy.
Two superfine sextastic ladies down to their skivvies writhing around for our cinematic pleasure. Yes, I’ll take that. But which of the two does it better? That’s for you to decide.
Jennifer Aniston deserves a vacation. I believe she’s made twenty movies in the past two years, or something like that. It’s been a lot, nobody sees most of them so it’s hard to remember the entire list. But, she’s tired. And she needs some R&R. So why not slip off to Mexico for a little suntanning with her fiance slash boyfriend slash placeholder until her next co-star romance.
And slip off Jennifer has. Her clothes mostly, down to another bikini for today’s poolside adventures. I’m a big Jennifer Aniston ogling fan so I’m even willing to look past the fact she’s wearing my grandma’s glasses and just focus on what it might be like to be Jen’s next co-star fling. Six months of making the sexy followed some long talk about how she’s still not over Brad and may never be. Free scrumping time always has to come to an end, it’s best if the lady calls it off, I say in my extremely unlimited experience. Enjoy.
I’m not sure if it’s the yoga or the Pilates or the healthy diet or the just being almost sort of kind of getting engaged or married or something, but Jennifer Aniston continues to look like a million (or ten million a movie) bucks in her bikinis, caught this time by our long range palm tree photo commandos down Cabo way once more.
I’m not exactly sure why they keep putting Jennifer in more and more movies, and I’m not exactly sure why she keeps saying she’s going to flash her upper body in these films but never does, but one thing you can not take away from the former Friends star — a slamming 40-something body that is must see when out hanging by a pool on vacation. That, you can never take away from her, though I would like to share it with her for about five minutes of deeply passionate embrace. Enjoy.