bill-swift - May 3, 2016
Outside of Oscar's night, there's no better collage of epic celebrity hotness as the first Saturday in May when the sextastic set arrive en masse in Manhattan to celebrate the Met Gala. It's all about fashion, or so it claims, but it's more about dozens of the world's finest looking famous ladies trying to outdo one another in hotness and baring of their alluring flesh. In short, perfect.
How about the likes of Rosie Huntington-Whiteley, Nicki Minaj, Ciara, Kendall Jenner, Elle Fanning, and so many more of this planet's genetically blessed members of the species in very little bits of cloth and silk draped over their braless bodies and thongs I'm snapping right now in my mind. It's okay to worship the pretty women. Maybe less okay to build shrines to each and every one of them in your basement as I have done, but the psychiatric sciences are always evolving. Dear ladies, I pray that someday your procession of the sextastic will wind through my own domicile. I'll be paparazzi, champagne server, and foot massager all in one. I can't give you The Met, but I can see my VCR to play that Yulelog in the fireplace crackle. Now strip off those gowns and let me help you with the nipple tape. Enjoy.
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