It could be the fever talking, but seeing a girl who’s last name is bell dressed like a bell made me laugh. That’s like seeing a black man who’s last name is Blackman or a chef who’s last name is Cooke, or a gay guy who’s last name is He-Takes-It-Up-The-Ass-From-Men. I guess none of that really matters. Her name is Lake Bell, she’s rockin some cleavage and I’ve never heard of her and based on my extensive research into her genetic line, she’s not related to Kristen or Catherine Bell. She is however way more committed to the name than her same-last-name counterparts who are clearly slacking by not living the Bell lifestyle by dressing like a bell because they’ve already made it in the world and people know who they are.
I don’t know if this post makes sense, or if it is a huge stretch, but I am still sick and on my way back into the hole I crawled out of, and I am not talking about my wife’s vagina, I am talking about my bed, that smells like my wife’s vagina.
Since you don’t know who Lake Bell is, here are some other Bells.
These are pictures of Kristen Bell on Hollywood Blvd 2 days ago with her boyfriend lookin like some kind of monkey.
These are pictures of Catherine Bell playing Wii like she’s not in her 40s.