I remember a time when Heather Graham was showing off her huge bush in movies, now all she’s doing is showing off her huge tits in a stupid see-through shirt with a bra on in an outfit that reminds me of the flea market in 1992.

If you don’t understand that reference, you obviously didn’t work at the same flea market as me, where I was forced to help some asshole set-up his booth selling army surplus shit and I’d get paid 50 dollars a day. His booth was positioned between a crazy hippie bitch who sold those weird asian pictures of waterfalls that light up and the closest thing to the local sex shop at a time before sex shops.

This booth was designed for biker wives and truck driving wives and pretty much any bitch who looked like Christina Aguilera with her fake tits, fake hair and pounds of make-up. Most of them were either strippers who shouldn’t be strippers if they were in the city but since it was all they knew they were allowed to work and the ones who weren’t strippers just looked like they were.

Either way, they’d load up on the dumbest shit that I never found hot because of the girls who were wearing it. I’m talking spandex pants that looked like jeans and jeans that were so tight they’d have zippers down the seam around the ankle so the bitch could fit her feet through. They had cut off shorts and panty hose and the original g-string, they had american flag bikinis and bodysuit tops that snapped in the crotch so that they looked tight as fuck on their flappy chain smoking bodies. They had sheer, they had mesh, they had leather and they always had a fucking line-up like it was a motorcycle convention and they were in line to meet Ozzy Osborne or AC/DC whoever the fuck these trashy bitches get soft-ons for.

I guess it doesn’t really matter, what does is that Heather Graham is leaving some G-Star fashion show because G-Star is a second rate brand and Heather Graham is a second rate celebrity in some 1992 second rate stripper outfit and I still think it’s worth posting, but that’s just because she’s standing all crooked and that makes me think she’s drunk enough to stuff into my drunk and drive her home to meet my rubber vagina collection..not that I have a car, but you get what I am saying…..a little too well….and that’s why I am scared of you.

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