Ah, blessed stretch pants mixed with the sweaty determination of my belusted Reese Witherspoon, back to her daily jogging routine in Brentwood. You could easily lose Reese in the crowd of joggers who traffic those streets and pathways in the morning, that is unless you had a monster crush on Reese and your johnson served as a GSP toward her visual treats.
Reese working out hard in form fitting clothes has come to be one of my morning workout routine fixtures. I’ve worked up some pretty decent pythons tilting those mini-binoculars and camera phone. It’s not the weight, it’s the reps. Reese, might I recommend you quit that routine of the giant circle and instead shift gears in a beeline to my heart. It’s just a suggestion. Enjoy.
Okay, we saw Kimberly Cole on this same red carpet for the movie Wild earlier, but let’s be honest, Reese Witherspoon is the star of this movie and the girl I dream about nekkid fishing with nightly. She absolutely owned the paparazzi at her own star turning film premiere, as she should, and she did. Reese gets ridiculed at times for her occasionally drunkenly silly outbursts at the po-po, as if the rest of us are somehow immune to acting stupid while under the influence of too many beverages. Reese is by all accounts, just one fine minxy bosomy MILF making her way in the rough streets of Brentwood.
And when Reese gets all decked out for galas and red carpet, man, look out. She is a true knockout. I believe they call this movie star beauty. I just call it, oh, please, may I have a small taste, just a sliver. It’s never polite to insist on a big piece of pie. My grandma taught me that. She was a crude lady. Enjoy.
Oh, to be Matthew McConaughey for just one evening, that lucky bastard. He’s not even bedding these women, though I’m sure that’s not outside any range of possibility, but the hotties in Hollywood are pushing up their bosom and flashing their finest cleavage for his award ceremony at the American Cinematheque presentation which I think is French for McConaughey gets lucky again.
Kate Hudson and Reese Witherspoon led the charge of 30-s0mething hot cleavy moms in Tinsel Town blushing to be a part of pinning anything on Matthew. Someday, I’d like to see ladies of this caliber getting decked out for me perhaps getting my remedial typing certificate from the Learning Annex, nobody every shows up to those short but valid ceremonies. I did once pay a woman off the streets to come in and pretend to be my mom. I really need a better strategy to get from here to McConaughey territory. I want the luscious funbags! Sorry, for the outburst. Enjoy.
Movie star and sexy gal Reese Witherspoon displayed her amazing cleave for November’s Vogue Magazine issue. She wore a series of fancy dresses that all had one important thing in common: maximum boobage exposure. She should get a second Oscar for those puppies. I’ve always had a crush on Reese, I admit it. When forced to go see one of her rom-coms by my wife, I rarely complain. Because I think she’s really hot unlike other rom-comers that don’t do it for me. I understand that rom-comers isn’t a word…but it is now because I invented it. Anyhoo, the dresses in these pics also showed off a little bit of Reese’s smooth sexy legs. I remember thinking that she had a spectacular set of stems back when she was in Legally Blonde.
Yeah, I saw Legally Blonde. I saw the not so great sequel too. She wore a lot of sexy outfits, yo.
Reese Witherspoon was spotted leaving a yoga class in LA in a pair of super tight tights. These things are so form fitting that they look like they were painted on. The result is a detailed look at Reese’s pert little booty. All I can say is that all that yoga is paying off because her butt is a sight to behold. I bet when she gets into downward facing dog, it gives the dudes in class upward facing dog, if you get my meaning. I wonder if it’s one of those hot yoga classes where everyone gets all sweaty? That would be kinda hot, (zing!). But seriously, Reese needs to show off her butt a lot more. Keeping something that nice locked away inside is just not right. Let those booty muscles out for some air.
I wonder if I can get the name of the yoga studio and sign up for classes. I think her booty could lead me to nirvana. Namaste.
Reese Witherspoon has to be one of the most dedicated joggers in all of Los Angeles. You really don’t even see many celebrities jogging anymore, not since they invented Pilates and yoga became popular and all the other indoor sweaty camel toe inducing workout regimens. But Reese is an old-fashioned girl who likes to get out the nylon shorts and the hat and hit the pavement to keep herself in fighting condition.
Reese has always held a minxy blonde place in my lower heart for her ability to bring a little sunshine into the happy time fantasies for well over a decade now. Even after giving birth to something like twenty kids and I don’t remember how many marriages, I still melt when Reese jogs past in her sweaty clingy tops and bottoms. I’m a sucker for old school. 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.