I must admit to being guilty of so incessantly leering ever so politely at Olivia Munn and her usual cleavetastic that I’ve often overlooked the legs on the girl next door hottie turned big time TV star. I really must re-train myself to ogle all over, head to toe, to to head, and all the yummy bits in betwixt.
Olivia Munn rather inconspicuously made her way through the streets of Manhattan in some late summer shorts that showed off her carressable stems, if you be Aaron Rodgers or someone of the NFL MVP ilk I suppose. I like to think I’m close. But close doesn’t get you those legs wrapped around you to keep in the heat when the weather turns to Fall. Alas, they can never take away my right to stare and drool and wonder. Enjoy.
Olivia Munn comes in and out of our lives like an old girlfriend who we can’t shake. Only, she never was our girlfriend and we never got to nibble on her toes after sex like we always imagined. Maybe that was before sex, as it’s hard for me to imagine doing anything but watching a ball game after. Still, the Olivia Munn allure was so strong for so many years, it felt like we really had something there. Then Olivia went off to network television and a couple horrible movies and we had to take a break. She just looked frazzled and tired and not in the lost weekend good kind of way.
Olivia has since returned with full throttle sextastic, including her cleavy red carpet winning appearance for the premiere of Deliver Us from Evil. I’m sure the film is awesome, though I can’t say I remember hearing about it, but not nearly as eye-popping as Olivia in a low cut top that really wouldn’t take much effort to lower even further. If only my telekinetic powers weren’t currently being restrained by a cadmium shield placed around my brain by the government. I’m pretty sure that happened. Or maybe this throbbing is just a hangover. In any case, Olivia, let’s reconnect. You can be the girl next door and I can be the ruffian you fool around with to make your daddy angry. Enjoy.
The White House Correspondents Dinner is a big annual affair where Hollywood hotties and paid comedy writers descend upon D.C. like a traveling circus to make White House politics seem the list bit entertaining. For most of us, politics and bickering and posturing and lying is a petty, boring affair. But you start adding the likes of Jessica Simpson, Olivia Munn, Sofia Vergara, and Freida Pinto to the mix, suddenly you have a leer-worthy bit of Washington grandstanding. My, but the ladies do look nice, especially set against the nation’s capital, a town not known for skin, though plenty of underground sin to say the least.
The Correspondents Dinner just goes to show that girls make the party. You invite a couple dozen great looking ladies decked out in their fineries to any gathering and it’s an instantly successful social affair. C-SPAN, snoozer. C-SPAN with Sofia Vergara’s curvy hot body, much less boring. Enjoy.
It’s just about time for Allure magazine to come out with their annual edition of almost-nekkid celebrity hotties, one of my favorite new Spring traditions. But why not ease into it with a behind the scenes like at Olivia Munn shooting for Allure and accidentally being caught with her nipple baring out of her braless top. Oh, it’s there alright, you just need to look. No, I’m not holding your hand on this one. You’re a big boy, you’ll find it.
Olivia Munn has been delighting us for several years now. Even though she moved out of fanboy status and into the network and big league spotlight, casting off much of what we loved about her, there’s no denying she’s still an Egotastic favorite. You throw in some bare Munn nipple and you can call her super favorite today. Everyday is somebody’s birthday around here. Enjoy.
I have no clue what the Breakthrough of the Year Awards are. I’m quite certain they are super important. After seeing Maria Menounos in her tight dress and Olivia Munn in her boobtastic frock, I’m quite certain I was experiencing a breakthrough of my own. But I’m guessing that’s not what the Awards show was based upon.
Tis the season for our finest ladies of Hollywood to get decked out and show off their hard worked Pilates and yoga bodies. This is by far the best element of this otherwise self-serving and grandiose weeks in Tinsel Town. Keep the decked out hotties coming and we’ll all get through this. Enjoy.
I’m not exactly sure what they Hollywood Film Awards are, but this is the 17th annual, so I guess they’ve been around for a while. Perhaps it’s just an excuse to get hotties like Olivia Munn to show up at hotels in cleavage revealing tops and look all decked out and pretty. That seems like a plenty good excuse to me. Why else have an award ceremony really? Hollywood does not need its ego stroked, that is for sure.
We have worried about Olivia Munn since she moved off from fanboy favorite to network television regular. Like she leapt out of our basement apartment and into the penthouse. But her chestal goodness seems to remain unvarnished by the Jeffersons like rise. Not sure she’d still consume a hot dog dangling off a string, but we can still imagine. Enjoy.
Olivia Munn still knows how to bring the cameras right to eye level, well, slightly below eye level, and raise something of a ruckus. The Newsroom actress and former fanboy faptastic showed up outside the David Letterman show looking all kinds of grown up sextastic in a low cut cleavage revealing dress of some designer I don’t know or care about. But I do care profoundly for how much better Olivia is looking these days, a return to her strong brunette hot buddy-girl form.
Yes, we’d appreciate the chance to see her in a pair of short shorts and a cut-off shirt, or, less, that’s how we roll with our sexy female friends. Still, any chance to lay peeps upon the wonderful Munn-cleave is a blessed visual experience indeed. Enjoy.