I’m not sure that was a proper analogy, but surprisingly strong perhaps if you’d seen my S.A.T. scores, forever battling with my credit score for somewhere around Ty Cobb’s lifetime batting average. The point is, Julianne Hough in her blessed stretch pants, double blessed for their pubic in public low cut designer nature, well, they’re driving me quite crazy.
Ever since Julianne gave up her official role as non-making of the sexy beard for Ryan Seacrest, she has been hitting the gym and hitting the public visual arena with quite the hot body. I’m sure when I leer for another few hours at her fine female form, there will be a little toe to be had as well. Yes, she is the complete package. And somebody’s got to take the pants off of that package to hit the showers. Why not me? Enjoy.
A close associate once diagnosed me as making friends easily, but tremendous trouble keeping friends. I worry this would be the case if I befriended Julianne Hough, specifically, her worked out hard booty. Oh, sure, we would become tight rather immediately. Me and her asstastic would hit the clubs, drink til dawn, get ourselves in a boatload of trouble, watch the sunrise and promise to have each other’s backs til the end of time.
But, eventually, my hands would start wandering over her butt’s fine curves, there’d be recrimination, cautions, an occasional slap to my jowls, and our friendship would be strained. Eventually, I’d see her booty out at a concert we were supposed to go to together, but with somebody else. There’s be too much hurt, and the friendship would be over, and I’d have to admit that maybe it really is impossible for men and women’s asses to be strictly friends. But, oh, those 48 hours of being tight with her butt. It’d all be worthwhile.
Julianne Hough works hard for the money. And hard for her body, a quite underrated bit of goodness that now freed from Ryan Seacrest beard duty, seems to be shimmering in its feminine wiles. I might just be imagining the shimmering part. But there does seem to be a glow around Julianne Hough these days. According to her, it can’t be the lovemaking glow, maybe she just found an amazing new juice place.
Julianne did look rather swell and swelling both top and bottom, leaving Pilates class in her god-blessed stretch pants. I felt it was my workout today just to watch her stroll back to her car, her booty just swishing and swaying ever so perfectly. I do feel a bit shvitzy from all this ogling. Enjoy.
Talk about your good girl Mormon going off the reservation (and talk about your mixed metaphors), Julianne Hough hit the streets in a pair of low cut yoga pants that I didn’t even know existed until now, flashing areas just north of her special place and up to her navel.
We know Julianne has been working out hard to perfect her bikini body in response to her breakup from her boyfriend and gay BFF in one fell swoop, but now she’s gone and decided to show it off like a horny harlot. Virgin or not, this is the kind of skin show that can get a proper lady in trouble. At least, I really really hope so. Enjoy.
Wow, I feel like we just got done praising Julianne Hough for her hardworked body and now she goes and treats us to a peek of some parts we’re not sure she exactly works out at the gym. Good karma points for us I suppose.
Julianne was exiting her particular vehicle outside the Sayer’s Club in Hollywood when short skirt, angles, and gravity mixed with an opportunistic photographer to produce some very nice upskirt peeks of the sweet freshly single blonde. Being a good girl, Julianne was wearing panties, so we have no official comment as of yet as to whether or not she remains a virgin. Enjoy.
We saw all the Miami Beach hot body pictures from Julianne Hough this past weekend, now she’s back in L.A. showing exactly what she does to make her body so delectable for us gentleman oglers. Hard hard workouts. Sweat. And we do appreciate it by the way, Julianne, what you do for all of us.
Anybody who thinks these sextastic celebrity women are born with the ability to visually shine without serious workouts is kidding themselves. These girls shape and tone those booties and bodies with yoga and Pilates and ancient Chinese secrets. If only I could be the towel boy for each and every one of them my life would be perfect. Well, near perfect, until the day they put kegs in the ladies locker room. Enjoy.
Wow, not that I need much to inspire my train of heavenly girl thoughts, but vastly bodily underrated Julianne Hough and her best friend Nina Dobrev and another hottie or two frolicking on the beach and braiding each other’s hair, takes me back to every window of every high school sleepover party I peeped on with my junior astronomer telescope. My, oh, my. Both Julianne and Nina exhibit the perfect blend of girlish enthusiasm and fine grown woman form, allowing such fantasies to be perfectly legal, while entirely naughty. And, oh, those bikini bottoms.
Julianne and Nina spent the entire weekend in their bikinis and little shorts along Miami Beach stirring up all kinds of passions among the gentleman oglers, not to mention the sea of paparazzi that was drawn to this pair of Hollywood hotties. If only they’d lose the stupid hats. But, I’m not going to nitpick this unusually sextastic pair of water nymphs. Not when there’s much more leering to be done. Enjoy.