I’m not exactly sure what Elle magazine was handing out awards for in London, but I suppose it has something to do with style and fashion and looking absolutely amazing so I’m going to assume, (a) I wasn’t even nominated, and (b) each of these deserving winners were deserving winners because I too would like to award them with trophies of one kind of another.
Rosie Huntington-Whitely was named something close to smart model of the year, Taylor Swift won just for being awesome and wearing something low cut, Cara Delevingne was name movie starlet or something despite not being in movies, and Lindsay Lohan was given an award and four drink tickets and I can’t tell you which of those two she didn’t forget at her table at the end of the evening. More importantly, it was a wonderful night filled with hotties decked out in their super finest. And I’m sure H&M sold a lot of goods. Everybody wins when everybody ogles. Enjoy.
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The delectable crumpet known as Rosie Huntington-Whiteley was very naughty indeed when she sported a lacy slip to the launch of her new perfume “Rosie for Autograph”. I’ll admit a personal predilection for silky slips. I don’t know why but they are my favorite piece of old-timey underwear. Maybe it’s because they reveal just enough to be titillating, like Rosie’s impeccable funbags and her perfect legs, to tease without giving too much away. Rosie is one of my favorite professional hot people. I just think she’s hotter than an August noon. I don’t know what this perfume smells like but if it is somehow the bottled essence of Rosie I’m going to bathe in this crap.
She isn’t wearing a bra and I’m going to choose to believe she isn’t wearing anything downstairs either. That makes me happy in my pants.
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There’s really no way Rosie Huntington-Whiteley could be hotter. Well, proximity would help, but in terms of her visual wonderments, she’s simply top drawer. Even when she’s posing plainly for the ladies in Elle magazine, not a scant hint of enticement toward the lads, she’s still incapable of not stirring deep seeding feelings of primal urge to build a log cabin deep in the woods just for the two.
I’ve imagine how Rosie and I would spend the winter in just such an environ. My slave boy Jason Statham chained to the trunk of a Douglas Fir just far away enough from the main cabin that we wouldn’t have to see him, but close enough that he could hear the echoes of our nightly passions fill the air. Until he cried. That last part might be piling on, but I’m so game Rosie. I’m in the book. Enjoy.
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Rosie Huntington-Whiteley, thy name is elegance. Also hot sextastic drooling catatonic goodness, leaning more toward the latter.
Rosie found her way into Australia’s Harper’s Bazaar magazine because she’s particularly good looking and has a stellar fine body. Those would be your qualifications, along with photographing well, natural.. Which she does. She’s something of a stunner, with some sweet natural funbags that might need a little attention. Granted, the need may be mostly on my side. The point is, I’d be willing to beg something fierce. Never underestimate the female emotion of sympathy. It is their only known weakness. Add tears and you are golden. There is no bottom to my shame well. Enjoy.
Photo Credit: Harper Bazaar Magazine
Professional hot person Rosie Huntington-Whiteley was looking particularly hot in a sensual night gown thing for Victoria’s Secret. The bottom was a flowy skirt that showed off those amazing legs. They are long and lean and I wish they were wrapped around me right now. The skirt also had a slit that allowed you to see a bit of her panties and all the wonders that they hold. The top was flesh colored and it makes you think that there isn’t anything there but there is. Still, her pretty perkies looked really sweet. Rosie is firm and fully packed with a face that can’t be beat. She’s currently in my top five hotties that I’m ogling. Plus I like her name. She sounds like the heroine of a romance novel. She can play the countess and I’ll be the naughty stable boy.
These are the things I think about when I’m alone with my thoughts.
We haven’t seen much of Rosie Huntington-Whiteley of late. Granted, she needs to slip some mickeys into Jason Statham’s milk just to get free of his benevolently possessive grasp, but we sure do miss this lithesome Britty supermodel and her body of pure perfection. Rosie was out in London pimping something to do with Coca-Cola, which I’m going to guess based on the looks of her long lean and lovely form is not something she consumes in mass quantities herself.
For the professional endeavor, Rosie went deep low cut on the frontside, revealing a healthy amount of her healthy hand warmers nearly dangling out of her dress. I’d like to buy the world a Coke, but I’d like to purchase five minutes of Rosie in the broom closet time just for myself. Oh, the giggling we would get up to. Followed by a series of not so manly plaintive wails. I am very vocal. Rosie, just pretend it’s the sounds of nature and let’s delight in our few minutes together as primitive beasts in the field. Enjoy.