I will admit, I haven’t stepped in a brick and mortar store that doesn’t purvey lingerie in over seven years. I’m entirely an online shopper. If I can’t buy it through a site where my credit card and identity can be compromised in nanoseconds, I’m not interested. That being said, I think I could be lured back to the mall proper if more lovely young ladies were sporting the shopping wardrobes of Sophia Bush braless and cleavetastic for the season. Wow, what a stunner. Were I ringing her up at the register, I’d fumble for at least thirty minutes and then inevitably ask her for three forms of ID, one of which must be a body part.
Bless you and your sweet barely covered funbags, Sophia. You put the joy in the Season of Joy, the giving in the Season of Giving, and the lump of coal in my shorts. I think that’s coal. Black Friday kills. Peace out. Enjoy.
Sophia Bush really doesn’t get honored enough for her faptastic female form. The thespianic made sure to get a little more than usual attention when visiting the set of Extra at Universal in a braless, open top that showed off some of her stout sisters dangling beneath. It was the type of wardrobe that could easily lend itself to one memorable malfunction. Sadly, that would make Extra interesting viewing for the first time ever and the gods did not see fit to grand such a privilege.
I’ve always dug Sophia Bush. Seeing her without a bra makes me dig a little deeper if you know what I’m saying. She’s cute, she’s hot, she’s got perfect peaches. She also earns a paycheck that can keep me in the lifestyle I’ve become accustomed to. She seems perfect, though I won’t know for sure until after our first night of reckless passion to see if she insists I meet her best friend for breakfast. Also a strong indicator it’s time to change your name and move to Mexico. Enjoy.
As you know, I’ve begun a campaign to get the inventor of yoga pants to win some kind of international tribute for his or her changing the literal shape of the sextastic landscape. With just the subtle cut of some Lycra we suddenly have oft intimate views into the lady nest landscape of so many of our favorite sextastic celebrities. Including now Sophia Bush who look ready to hit the gym and get all sweaty.
Sophia Bush really is one of our underrated Hollywood treasures, well, Sophia and her camel toe both desperately undervalued. Her camel toe at least seems to be striking back with some public ferociousness. If you listen closely, I think you can hear it singing. I probably will have to get a little closer. Bless you once again, stretch pants inventor. Enjoy.
Seriously, you can not have a big shindig called the ‘Do Something’ event and then parade out the likes of Ashley Greene, Maria Menounos, Olivia Munn, Lea Michele, Nicole Murphy, Sophia Bush, and Bella Thorne, and not expect us to be imagining that something we’d most definitely want ro do (Bella exception of course due to her age, despite her looking much older, we do have rules).
Now, I think they mean Do Something good for your neighborhood or planet or something like that, and we certainly do intend to do that, starting with making some awesome looking babies with Ashley and Maria, that will be our legacy to the planet. Other people can work on the ozone and such so our beautiful babies can breathe. Everybody must do their part. Enjoy.
You know I never miss the annual CFDA Awards. Whatever the hell they are, it’s something to do with fashion and it brought out some serious hotness last night, none more sextastic than Julianne Hough who has dominated Hottieville today like Godzilla pwning Tokyo. Sheer, utter, trampling of her competition.
For her evening ogle-worthy public performance, Julianne chose a sideboob revealing dress that had everybody wondering (and me, hoping and praying) when the wardrobe malfunction would occur. Alas, we were not so lucky, but we still ranked Julianne as our hottie di tutti hottie at the posh event, and there was some fierce competition from the very-good-looking likes of Zoe Saldana, Sophia Bush, Hilary Rhoda, and Solange Knowles.
When Reese shows cleavage, you know it’s a big night.
Now, we’re not exactly sure why our little bubbly blonde thespianic hottie Reese Witherspoon refused to remove her hands from her hips last night at the Hollywood premiere of her film, This Means Wars, but we are quite certain that we can adjust our Reese-fantasies to include some boot knocking with Reese maintaining her rigid pose. We can be flexible as the situation dictates.
Joining Reese Witherspoon in the hotness parade were now suspiciously and suddenly pregnant Kristin Cavallari (still looking hot by the way), Abigail Spencer, and the very underrated Sophia Bush. Not a bad night for ogling in front of Grauman’s Chinese Theater. Enjoy.