I feel like I’m making progress with Claudia Romani and her killer tush. The wicked hot bodied Roman beach goddess is no longer returning my love letters to her hiney with threats of legal prosecution, restraining orders, and jokes about how horrible my favorite NFL team are. Just marked unread. I like to think this means I’m making headway. I’m a guy who takes the long term approach to getting what I want. It might take 200 years, but I’ll get there eventually.
Claudia, every time your moon makes an appearance on Miami Beach I feel like the sun has just risen for the very first time. Do you see how poetic I am about your asstastic? It’s time to let your bottom side say yes to my proposals. I will treat those twin buns of happiness with such respect save for 30 minutes a day when it will be booty play time, no holds barred. Like an all-skate at the rink. Turn on the Warrant and have at it. But for 23.5 hours a day, just chivalry. Enjoy.
Let’s be honest, fashion doesn’t rock. Fashion might pop. Fashion might hip hop. And fashion might adult contemporary. But fashion clearly does not rock. Nevertheless, I’m definitely paying attention to a New York Fashion event when Jennifer Lopez and her hot mommy booty are the prime attraction.
Jennifer took to the stage in Brooklyn to celebrate the convergence of mad music and mad fashion by not really being musical talented or wearing many clothes, none of which mattered when she started shaking that magical thumper of hers in reverse to the audience. Wow, they should have a big week in New York just celebrating Jenny’s asstastic. I’d go to that. In loose shorts. Jennifer, you remain a veteran hottie two-cheeked wonder. Bless you. Enjoy.
I know Coco and her big and bigger booty is not for everybody, though make no mistake, there certainly is enough for everybody. But if you happen to be a ‘lots more cushion, for lots more pushin’ kind of guy, then Coco’s dramatic curves and shape probably get you into some kind of lather. I’m not sure her thong bottom isn’t crying for help in some manner. Only there’s no way we could hear it being smothered by her round mounds of reckless abounds. This is some pretty monumental territory.
Coco was flashing her front side boobside as well in Barbados, just to ensure that everybody within a couple degrees latitude got a peek at her sea-worthy vessels. I’m sure satellites in orbit didn’t miss them either. It really is quite the show. Coco, I’ll say this for you, you definitely leave your mark. Enjoy.
I’m not exactly sure why Playmate Amanda Cerny is in a tight sports bra and short shorts playing basketball. Sometimes, it’s best not to ask the obvious question as it might anger the gods who take away the goodies. We would not want that. What I am sure of is that this is the most interesting bit of women’s basketball I’ve seen in, well, let’s be polite and not say forever. How about a very long time?
Amanda has simply one wicked hot body. You add in the elements of skin tight revealing clothes, that absolutely wrecking ball of a bottom, and sports, and you have the picture perfect recipe for making men whimper out your name. Amanda. You are a real full-court piece of work. Enjoy.
Okay, the entirety of the Anaconda song is quite craptastic, and the video, well, it’s inane, save for one large game-changing element — massive Nicki Minaj and friends booty. But especially Nicki’s. That Thor’s Hammer of a thumper steals the show in this otherwise mindless and quite shoddily produced musical homage to Sir Mix-A-Lot I suppose. Not sure.
I do know that few on this planet have an asstastic like Nicki’s that can make it move like that. Sure, some parts of it are artificially augmented, but this is Hollywood, the show, the movies, things are fake and still often quite compelling. There really aren’t any guardians in our galaxy. But for two hours I bought into that happily. So too am I buying into the idea of playing paddleball with Nicki’s mighty behind being the paddle and me being the ball on the string. I can’t believe I managed to say that with using the word testicles. Enjoy.
Some girls are trying to short cut this whole booty building process with 90210 injections. But Kaley Cuoco seems intent on building a two hands squeezable derriere the old fashioned way — yoga and Pilates. Well, not technically old-fashioned, but certainly the more legitimate way.
In her stretch pants coming out of yoga class, Kaley was flashing the beautiful butt monster in the making, all round and spankable and perfect. Obviously, we’d need to peel off those yoga pants to get a complete picture of the rose garden Kaley is tending to back there, and I’m fully willing and able and ready to volunteer for that duty. Not only do I peel slowly and precisely, but I hum the Battle Hymn of the Republic for dramatic impact. Call me, Kaley, I think you’ll like the whole process. Enjoy.
I love it when the Argentinean hotties get together on the beach. Especially when that beach is Miami loaded with paparazzi just dying to capture some beautiful bikini bodies and bottomsides for our guilty viewing pleasures. Minus the guilt, naturally.
Karina Jelinek has been one of our favorite visual wonderments from Sudamericana for some time now. She frequents the beaches of South Florida in a cultural exchange program designed to bring the world closer together over love of hot oily lady thumpers. I’d say it’s working. When she invited her fellow countrywoman model hottie buddy Paz Cornu to join her on the sand in bikinis, well, the day got a whole lot more interesting. Not quite as interesting as how I imagine the two girlfriends clean sand off each others bodies when they get back to the condo, but interesting enough. Sultry hot asstastic bikini Latinas. I could not be happier. Enjoy.