The White House Correspondents Dinner is a big annual affair where Hollywood hotties and paid comedy writers descend upon D.C. like a traveling circus to make White House politics seem the list bit entertaining. For most of us, politics and bickering and posturing and lying is a petty, boring affair. But you start adding the likes of Jessica Simpson, Olivia Munn, Sofia Vergara, and Freida Pinto to the mix, suddenly you have a leer-worthy bit of Washington grandstanding. My, but the ladies do look nice, especially set against the nation’s capital, a town not known for skin, though plenty of underground sin to say the least.
The Correspondents Dinner just goes to show that girls make the party. You invite a couple dozen great looking ladies decked out in their fineries to any gathering and it’s an instantly successful social affair. C-SPAN, snoozer. C-SPAN with Sofia Vergara’s curvy hot body, much less boring. Enjoy.
It’s just about time for Allure magazine to come out with their annual edition of almost-nekkid celebrity hotties, one of my favorite new Spring traditions. But why not ease into it with a behind the scenes like at Olivia Munn shooting for Allure and accidentally being caught with her nipple baring out of her braless top. Oh, it’s there alright, you just need to look. No, I’m not holding your hand on this one. You’re a big boy, you’ll find it.
Olivia Munn has been delighting us for several years now. Even though she moved out of fanboy status and into the network and big league spotlight, casting off much of what we loved about her, there’s no denying she’s still an Egotastic favorite. You throw in some bare Munn nipple and you can call her super favorite today. Everyday is somebody’s birthday around here. Enjoy.
I’m pretty sure the Academy of Country Music Awards holds their ceremonies about five times a year now. At last it seems like these country awards are going on nonstop throughout the year. But I think this is the big one, or one of the big ones, in Vegas and bringing out all the big names in country, or the big names in hotness at least, which is far more important.
The parade of beauties included Shakira, Taylor Swift, Carrie Underwood, Miranda Lambert, Olivia Munn who I don’t think sings country but was super cleavy, and a gaggle more of super sextastic decked out women who wouldn’t love me even if I played guitar and crooned about how hard it is to do something basic. It’d be easier to make fun of country music if they didn’t have such super good looking women. Sort of like making fun of the dude in high school who got all the girls. Sour grapes, I know. Enjoy.
Vanity Fair knows how to throw a post-Oscars party. It’s sort of the big event everybody moves to after all the official business is done at the Academy Awards. Plus they throw in all the sextastic celebrities who didn’t quite get an official Oscar invite, the likes of Reese Witherspoon who took the occasion to show off an unusual, but definitely appreciate amount of bare boob with her daring dress.
Along with Reese, Sofia Vergara, Miranda Kerr, Olivia Munn, and Zooey Deschanel helped make this the most ultimate prom night you didn’t get invited to. Or I should say, I didn’t, so just like prom night. The ladies looked stunning. If only Reese had gotten Georgia-tipsy in that dress, we might’ve seen a malfunction for the ages. But, it’s Oscar night, so everybody was on sadly good behavior. Enjoy.
I have no clue what the Breakthrough of the Year Awards are. I’m quite certain they are super important. After seeing Maria Menounos in her tight dress and Olivia Munn in her boobtastic frock, I’m quite certain I was experiencing a breakthrough of my own. But I’m guessing that’s not what the Awards show was based upon.
Tis the season for our finest ladies of Hollywood to get decked out and show off their hard worked Pilates and yoga bodies. This is by far the best element of this otherwise self-serving and grandiose weeks in Tinsel Town. Keep the decked out hotties coming and we’ll all get through this. Enjoy.
I’m not exactly sure what they Hollywood Film Awards are, but this is the 17th annual, so I guess they’ve been around for a while. Perhaps it’s just an excuse to get hotties like Olivia Munn to show up at hotels in cleavage revealing tops and look all decked out and pretty. That seems like a plenty good excuse to me. Why else have an award ceremony really? Hollywood does not need its ego stroked, that is for sure.
We have worried about Olivia Munn since she moved off from fanboy favorite to network television regular. Like she leapt out of our basement apartment and into the penthouse. But her chestal goodness seems to remain unvarnished by the Jeffersons like rise. Not sure she’d still consume a hot dog dangling off a string, but we can still imagine. Enjoy.