Somebody has to dress inappropriately showy at Santa’s House each year at The Grove shopping center. Why not Phoebe Price who is something of an expert on the subject? The sort of actress sort of model mostly woman about town showed up to St. Nick’s seasonal shopping home with an outfit that made even the scantily clad Santa’s little helpers feel a bit overdressed.
I’ll say this for Phoebe Price, she has a knack for grabbing the attention of the cameras. She’s sort of like a Where’s Waldo character with large tubes and very low cut tops. She’s just everywhere. I”ll complain more once I’m done leering. I’m not good at multi-tasking. Enjoy.
I would be remiss if I didn’t close out the coverage of the limply limp 2014 American Music Awards with my personal highlight of Selena Gomez flashing chesty goodness in multiple wardrobe changes for the red carpet, show performance, and just hanging with her hottie besties in the front row of the audience. Selena has definitely grown into her pop diva role and the various revealing and form fitting outfits that come with such a job responsibility. And, my oh my, did she look stellar.
I can’t say Selena and her nearly bared niblets were enough to make watching those AMA’s horrific, let alone her sing clearly intended for the Devil’s Midget, but it certainly helped. Te amo, Selena. One day we’ll match that minxy body of yours to the appropriate Justin-free mindset and we’ll really have a home run. Until then, a solid triple with your luscious doubles. Enjoy.
Miranda Kerr‘s cleavage lit up all of New York City. (The Superficial)
Tara Reid is actually looking pretty hot again. (TMZ)
Roselyn Sanchez wears a see-through outfit to the Latin Grammies. (Huffington Post)
Christina Milian‘s nip goes peek-a-boo. (Drunken Stepfather)
Paz Vega‘s cleavage is muy caliente! (Hollywood Tuna)
Lisalla Montenegro wins Instagram with this bikini pic. (Popoholic)
Greer Grammer is miss Golden Globes and I’d like to see her Golden Globes. (COED)
Emily Ratajkowski is showing up to more and more places in clothes. It’s kind of a mixed bag. While I always dream of her extensive unclad work, it’s always a blessing to see a super sextastic young woman in her cleavy finest at events such as this Hollywood Foreign Press bit of nonsense two months still ahead of the Golden Globe Awards. The awards season in Hollywood is pretty much a year round thing now, which I would complain more about save for the likes of Emily Ratajkowski looking like the dream girl I had hoped to take to the prom (no offense to Andrea and her back brace naturally, we had good times).
My verdict is in. I will allow Emily to be seen in clothing, at times, provided she obtain my prior written consent and I can still see enough skin to receive a material levels of tingles. This current leg and chest show meets the standard. I approve! Enjoy.
I’m pretty sure that Red Band Society show on Fox is meant for a demographic not consisting of men who try to save money by eating happy hour food for dinner. I’m also quite sure this is the second time today I’ve posted pictures of Bella Thorne. But what am I to do? This Disney starlet turned multi-media ingenue is simply everywhere these days. And she’s not exactly hard to look at.
Bella plays a role in the show’s most recent episode where we start to see a glimpse of talents future. I can’t speak their name (Funions), but I can certainly see how like Kendall, Miley, and others before her, she’s slowly moving artistically forward into more grown up roles. And good for her. And us. And the Keepers of the Sextastic Time Space Continuum. Everybody’s a winner when roses blossom. Enjoy.
I must say, every woman looks remarkably better when in an AC/DC shirt. Something hot about rocker chicks, even if only half-committed I suppose, so long as the other half if committed to super low cut tops and big cut bosoms. Like Phoebe Price. That no longer so rare specimen of celebrity in Hollywood looking to get noticed for her bodily features. Well, I’d be lying if I didn’t admit to noticing.
Phoebe often walks her dog down the streets of Beverly Hills in semi to very revealing outfits. I’d say it doesn’t work, but it does. If the paps won’t come to you, you come to the paps. Something elegant like that. And when you’re about to spill out of your top with your fun sized funbags, well, people are going to take pictures. And oglers are going to do their thing as well. We all have our part to play in the circle of prurient life. Enjoy.
My ultimate nap would be to lay down in the bosomy embrace of Kelly Brook and sleep for days. Well, perhaps five minutes of exploring each other’s intimate limits until my heart rate goes past the red line limit indicated on the stationary bike at the gym. Then, to sleep for days in her warm welcoming boobtastic. Captured behind the scenes of her 2015 wall calendar shoot, Kelly Brook shows you why in black and white or color or just the heavenly scratch and sniff option, she really is one of the most heavenly bodies currently residing on the earth’s surface.
Kelly Brook in see-through little bits of clothing, bending, posing, preening for the camera. It’s almost impossible to wait for 2015. I’ll set my nap time in betwixt her engorged funbags to 1/1/15 so I can wake up atop her chest to the site of her on my wall. I’m doubling down on this fantasy. There’s no stopping me during the holiday season. Enjoy.