Millie Bobby Brown’s celebrity is built on creepiness because she first came to the scene as a tween girl with a shaved head, looking like some kind of childhood cancer survivor, which totally appealed to the wrong kind of pervert.

Through her teens, she was on the hit show, where that wrong kind of pervert sat and watched her every move, excited for her tot turn 18 so that they could finally jerk off to her legally. They’re decent, despite being the wrong kind of perverts, and don’t break any laws.

I didn’t watch the show, I didn’t see her hype, the fat kid with the teeth freaked me the fuck out and Winona Ryder doesn’t get me hard, so why waste my time on some nerdy fantasy shit, which my autism can’t handle because it’s retarded, fantasy, not my autism, even if the world embraces that shit.

Anyway, she’s a married woman now, the daughter-in-law to Jon Bon Jovi, using her celebrity for good, if you think mass produced fast fashion is good, because that’s how you line your fucking pockets…

In promoting her fast fashion bullshit, she’s stripped off her pants, shown you her red, period friendly panties, since she’s still fertile and got down with some pizza.

She appears to have some tit, we like tit, so despite her creepy origins on a shit show, she matters enough for me to stare at her tits and that’s fine with me.

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