bill-swift - October 1, 2010
Okay, so maybe The Saturdays of rising British pop fame are merely a weakly imagined redux of the Spice Girls; still, there's nothing weak about wonderful deep cleavage, on display by the foursome of Rochelle Wiseman, Mollie King, Frankie Sandford, and Una Healy on U.K. soil this past week (okay, there's also a fifth chick in this band, I'm just sure of it, but she didn't make the show, so she doesn't make our show.) Often times, my never-ending quest for hotness forces me to watch movies or television I care not for, or traffic in the mind-numbing sounds of bubble gum 'tween pop, but this is my burden in life, to find the sexiness and bring it to you, at all costs. Did Marco Polo complain about all the horrible STDs he acquired in the process of bringing back noodles from the Orient to Italy? Yeah, that whiny mofo probably did. But you'll hear nonesuch complaints from this boobtastic explorer. I love my field of research that much. Enjoy.
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