bill-swift - January 14, 2012
I'm not exactly sure what the standard length of vacation is these days. My last vacation lasted eleven minutes, which was just long enough to pound tres Four Lokos, accidentally marry a farm animal, and engage in an epic fisticuffs battle with an elderly Filipina woman over the purported theft of a lumpia recipe. I pack a lot in to a brief amount of time.
On the other hand, celebrities in Miami seem to be more on the six to eight week plan of extended break time sun time stay. Which while we might be jealous of, but we can't complain, as it's brought us such wondrous bikini treasures, including some big names, and some we've come to awkwardly grow and love. Like Sharlely Kerssenberg, the latest Mrs. Boris Becker, who has crept up into our libidos with her caring hot mommy poolside exhibitions that have caused us to start learning a little Dutch, so that on the off chance we do meet her in person, we can ask her in her native tongue if we can butter her legs. Enjoy.