The magic of props to make a girl look hotter than she is, or more endowed then she is, is always amazing. This is the reason girls everywhere take hours getting ready. It is also the reason why girls have eating disorders, get plastic surgery, and have self-esteem issues. Suck it up pussy. This is the society we live in, you are judged on your looks, now stop reading this and make yourself look pretty.
Mallory from The Real World Paris was shot for the Swimsuit edition. I guess the photo editors weren’t looking at her tits to filter out this blooper….her insert that they advertise on TV to give you better cleav is sticking out.
That’s why they shouldn’t hire Gay Photo editors….
Via Golden Fiddling around the world
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If you want to see more picture of Mallory check out SI yo!
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Lohan is a star to us, and we don’t care about all the gossip and shit that happens to her. We will always love her and she will forever be the twins in Parent Trap with her freckled face and fake British accent.
I found a new message board to frequent – because I enjoy congregating with weird people. It is called DollForum.com and is a community for people who have loving relationships with their sex dolls.
The Adidas Superstar is the shoe of choice for streetwear bitches who don’t rock Nike. The airbrushing, custom, limited edition shit is nothing new. I remember rocking a Pair of Vision’s back in ’89 that I modified with a red ballpoint pen. Or my Vans checkerboard slip ons, that I colored in the white checkers with a blue pen….or my converse hi-tops back in ’86 that were two toned, pink and turquiose bitches. Or back in mexico in the ’70s when I was rocking the hottest paperbags ever. All the other kids were jealous because I could afford a pen to decorate those fuckers, they were a bitch in the rain…but better than the kids who wore used condoms as shoes….
Every person has one special day…Their birthday. Its great when your birthday lands on a friday so you can celebrate over the shabbat table. I used to knowmy birthday but due to legal reasons I was forced to relinquish it in 1964. Now I do not have a birthday and can only ask for your pity. Yoko was born today, so that makes today a pretty weird day. I have always hated her since she broke up the beatles and yet I still posted a picture of her and John naked after the Jump. Hounarable mentions go to who did not make the top 3 this year, but maybe next year they will.
Well the final installment of the kosher series is upon us today. Hope you have learned and enjoyed this series.
After sleepless nights and a shelf of ‘little mothers helpers’; I decided to go the way of the blind date. I am thinking this will be my ticket to the bounce back. However, the cross over from blind-date-material to casual-sex-partner is apparently massive. Similar to crossing the grand canyon on a sheer thread of integrity. After taking about 10 different angle looks, I decided that this would not be for me. Even after chugging 4.5 glasses of cheap-acid-bar-wine, I still couldn’t make the cross over. Moreover, it still felt like I was wearing a sweater made of hair. Thank god, the goatfucker ex doesn’t live in this city. My luck I would walk right into him and his new lovely addition. Them both gleaming in all their new found glory. Me, with jogging pants on, a weeks stack of movie rentals under my arm, getting off the bus, with a huge oversized puss ball zit on my face. Would be fucking fantastic. Instead I walked out of the bar alone, and literally almost got clipped by a taxi. 
I remember the first doll I ever got. It was one of those cheap blow up dolls made out of beachball material. That was before I saved up my money made from collecting bottles and cans by digging deep into the trash on every street corner to purchase a 
