I must admit, as hot as I find Taylor Swift rolling around all climaxy in the ocean flume, I’m not quite convinced this isn’t just a little bit staged. Having said that, since when do I care about anything being staged? Not when it involves Taylor Swift in a wet t-shirt on the cover of Rolling Stone.
Taylor’s trying to remake her image slightly to more of the adventurous naughty pop singer type. I don’t know if she can pull that off, but I do know if wet clingy t-shirts are the start, I like the direction this is headed. I’ve never much cared for her music, but I’ve always cared for her tall slender frame and those killer legs she works on with Karlie Kloss daily at the gym (and maybe a little scissor kissing at night? Dare to dream the lesbionic dream).
Taylor, you do realize you could catch a cold with that wet shirt on. Please, let me help you save your health. Oh, that would be fun. Enjoy.
As you know, I lust Taylor Swift and I don’t care what you say. If we have to throw down, so be it. Just don’t hit my pretty face. It and my MIB He-Man Action Figure collectibles are all I really have for my future. Ladies, if you want to fight, might I suggest fluffy pillows? More specifically, I do so lust Taylor Swift’s long legs. Given that she’s about five feet taller than any of her pop music counterparts, Taylor’s also blessed with incredibly long stems which she routinely and daily shows off as to their tone and tendon. She’s been in short skirts all summer long. I applaud wholeheartedly and wholedickedly if only that were a real word.
Taylor took her sweet gam show to London in a black miniskirt to show off not only those lickable legs, but a nice tight top exhibiting what still appears to be a larger than a year ago nice racktastic outlined nicely in her sheer sweater. I really couldn’t be more pleased if I lived in London, drank HP sauce for breakfast, and Taylor stopped in my flat to ask me to adjust her zipper. That would be pretty sweet. Enjoy.
While the MTV VMAs represent some kind of Fall of the Roman Empire, the lynchpin of the downfall of a civilized society, to be replaced by craptastic auditory experiences and glitter, there’s no doubt the annual event brings out the finest in pop diva competition for eyeballs, hence, lots of skin. There’s but a few teensy tiny number of popular music artists earning distinction from their vocal talents. The rest are competing for the dollar bills from the guys in the front row with the sweaty jowls. Me first among them.
So many hotties out at the 2014 MTV VMAs tonight, keep attuned to this updating gallery for some of the best of them, including Ariana Grande, Taylor Swift, Demi Lovato, Iggy Azalea, Jennifer Lopez, Rita Ora, Beyonce, Miley Cyrus, and more. It’s a night to remember, if you remembered your earplugs! Enjoy.
If you were expecting Taylor Swift to shake off her clothing more in her brand new pop star pop ditty featuring pop beats and auto-tuned, well, lower your expectations. Still, there’s no denying this high-spirited blonde has been hitting the gym hard and perfecting her six inches taller than all of her peers diva body.
We do get the classic ballerina, cheerleader, gym rat, and other costumed poses, but not nearly as much skin as I think you’ll find when we post the new Nicki Minaj music video later. Taylor seems to be going after the Miley crowd without the body baring and crotch grabbing of that other pop music star. It’s just not her thing. Which is a shame, because it would be rather stellar to see the statuesque Taylor Swift really shake things off. Maybe next time. Enjoy.
Taylor Swift is winning the long toned legs of summer award pretty much hands, err, feet down. While there are a number of sextastic celebrities showing off their sweet lithesome gams this season, nobody has consistently, daily, and in front of the cameras strutted as much these past several months as Taylor. And she’s working with some serious tools there as well.
Obviously, Taylor Swift is not the most overtly sensually exhibitionist among her peers. She’s actually rather demure. But she hasn’t worn a hemline below her mid thighs in the past two months, and speaking for myself, and, oh, a few million other leg lovers, bless you Taylor. The less I hear your music and the more I drool over your long Pilates toned legs, the more I come to dream of you. Enjoy.
I can’t remember a time an A-list celebrity so dominated the New York summer paparazzi scene like Taylor Swift and her leggy, tummy baring outfits seemingly daily strutting around Manhattan. Word is that Taylor has been doing every day grinding core workouts with model Karlie Kloss and toning up her all overs, especially her midsection. It all seems to be working quite well. For Taylor, and for us.
I don’t care what people say about Taylor Swift the person, the girlfriend, even the singer. I just want that tall blonde diva in my living room putting on a private dancing show while I applaud like a seal and hope nobody pinches me because I’m obviously dreaming. Keep up the good work, Taylor. Enjoy.
On the days I do get to the gym, I leave looking like a wounded beast in the field the farmers consider shooting to put out of its misery. It’s sort of a look of anguish mixed with flop sweat that surely must scare the local children. I’m sure parents point to me and tell their kids that this monster is coming for them if they don’t clean their rooms and eat their vegetables. But I’m good with that. Somehow, Taylor Swift manages to look perfect leaving her gym. I know she’s actually working out within as evidenced by her toned legs and slender body and all around fit as a fiddle female form. I’m guessing she’s not showering with the regular folk. And she must have some kind of stylist and wardrobe person who accompanies her to her workouts. Or maybe her gym just offers that, Mine no longer even offers hand towels. But I’m guessing she’s not at at Bally’s.
Taylor Swift, I applaud you, your hot long legs, your summer wardrobe, and your effortless appeal. Let people mock your perfect girl persona. I’ll be the guy telling them to shut up and hoping you reward my efforts with a kiss on the cheek and maybe a back massage if you’re not doing anything special tonight. Enjoy.