Somebody has to dress inappropriately showy at Santa’s House each year at The Grove shopping center. Why not Phoebe Price who is something of an expert on the subject? The sort of actress sort of model mostly woman about town showed up to St. Nick’s seasonal shopping home with an outfit that made even the scantily clad Santa’s little helpers feel a bit overdressed.
I’ll say this for Phoebe Price, she has a knack for grabbing the attention of the cameras. She’s sort of like a Where’s Waldo character with large tubes and very low cut tops. She’s just everywhere. I”ll complain more once I’m done leering. I’m not good at multi-tasking. Enjoy.
I must say, every woman looks remarkably better when in an AC/DC shirt. Something hot about rocker chicks, even if only half-committed I suppose, so long as the other half if committed to super low cut tops and big cut bosoms. Like Phoebe Price. That no longer so rare specimen of celebrity in Hollywood looking to get noticed for her bodily features. Well, I’d be lying if I didn’t admit to noticing.
Phoebe often walks her dog down the streets of Beverly Hills in semi to very revealing outfits. I’d say it doesn’t work, but it does. If the paps won’t come to you, you come to the paps. Something elegant like that. And when you’re about to spill out of your top with your fun sized funbags, well, people are going to take pictures. And oglers are going to do their thing as well. We all have our part to play in the circle of prurient life. Enjoy.
B-movie actress and large chested person Phoebe Price had a bit of a wardrobe malfunction while walking in Calabasas the other day. Phoebe was sporting a crop top blousey shirt that showed off her lovely bare-midriff. That alone would have been enough to get my attention. Her pretty freckled stomach is fairly amazing. But the wind was blowing on that faithful day just as the photogs were taking her picture. A sudden gust blew up her shirt and showed the whole world her bra and part of her amazing ta-tas. These things are a sight to behold. They are like two over ripe freckly melons. I do love a good wardrobe malfunction. It’s like an unexpected treat when clothing turns on its owner and causes havoc. It was perhaps a bad idea on her part to wear a cropped blousey shirt on a windy day. Then again, maybe she wants us to have an eye full of her funbags?
Whatever the case I know that I enjoyed seeing her bra and look forward to many more wardrobe malfunctions in the future.
Actress and model Phoebe Price showed off her fantastic goodies in a tiny bikini in Malibu. The redheaded hottie’s ginormous yum yums could barely be contained within the confines of her top. She had a little rat-like dog with her that she kept smooshing tightly against her boobs. Oh, to be that dog. I’d gladly let her dress me up in stupid outfits if I could just get regular nuzzles against those lovely mammaries. One thing I really like about Phoebe is the freckles that cover her arms and shoulders. Perhaps it’s fond memories of my own early fumblings with a girl that had red hair and was covered in freckles, but I’ve always found freckles really sexy. Some guys don’t like them and to those guys I ask, “Why not?”. It’s like you are doing it with a grown-up Wendy from Wendy’s. Isn’t that the dream?
Phoebe does a lot of B-movies in which she is a scantily clad girl in distress. Those are among my favorite kinds of flicks! What’s not to love about a redheaded girl fighting alligators or madmen off in a bikini?
After all these years, we’re still not really sure what it is Phoebe Price does exactly, but we do know this, she loves attention.
The big Malibu Chili Cook-Off took place on Labor Day and was jam-packed with A-list and B-list and C-list celebrities, so when Phoebe Price showed up in some get-up designed to be noticed, she felt rather underserved by the photo-snapping denizen. So, she reflexively started stripping down to her bikini and threw herself into the ocean, well, pretty much. It was truly a sight for attention-seeking sore eyes.
Please, look at Phoebe, or she might die. Enjoy.
I’m never exactly sure who, if anybody, pays these girls, but let’s call them pros nonetheless as veteran fanboy faptastic dress-up ladies Adrianne Curry, Phoebe Price, and Paula Labaredas took to the biggest cosplay stage of the year over the weekend at Comic-Con, or, as we are now calling it here, Nerd Football.
Adrianne of course stole the show with her well-exercised, well-practiced bodily exhibition skills, but the other girls were not far behind, leaving most of the amateur cosplay females shrinking like irradiated violets against the walls of the convention center.
Personally, I’d prefer any of these ladies undressed versus dressed up, then again, when my furry suit gets back from the dry cleaners, it’s time for a six-foot-tall blue hedgehog to make some house-calls, if you know what I’m saying. Enjoy.
There’s really no way to explain why B-movie actress and craptastic reality starlet Phoebe Price was even allowed within the city limits of Cannes this week, let alone making an appearance at the prestigious film festival’s red carpet line last night, cause you know, if you let Phoebe Price into your fancy party, she’s going to eventually pee in the punch. And pee in the punch she did with an upskirt flash of commando, and rather disturbing proportions.
At one or another of the commercial pimping stands around the film fest, Renault in this case, Phoebe decided she’d had enough of the fancy lady life and went for a full on beaver flash of the cameras, without any underpants, but with some type of dangling… well, I’m not even going to explain, you need to take a look for yourself.
The point is, do not invite Phoebe Price to your fancy parties, people. It’s not like you haven’t been forewarned. Enjoy.