It’s 32F. Is that blog-worthy? I don’t know. It’s Friday. I’m distracted. But 32F sounds pretty spectacular to me. (via Just Jared)
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Oh, to have three boobs, am I right, ladies? How much fun would THAT be? I’d wear EXACTLY what she’s wearing, just a small strip of fabric, and DRIVE THE MEN WILD. Because that’s every man’s fantasy right? Three boobs? What about four? Or maybe a whole other row underneath? Like udders? And one on top of your head? Can plastic surgeons do that yet? This is the three-breasted prostitute from Total Recall, of course. Her name’s Kaityn Leeb and these pictures of her at Comic-Con nearly broke the internet. And as DariusWhitesplume astutely noted: “I am starting to think this is the whole reason they remade this movie.”
Was it a whisper of a hint of the outer edge of an aureola? Or much ado about nothing? No matter. She was easily the best dressed of the night. The dress was exquisite.
Viola Davis is a lovely and talented woman, there’s no getting around that. Love her to death. And MY GOD that color really pops on her, doesn’t it? Lovely dress, really. She was the belle of the NAACP Awards in it. It’s just unfortunate that, oh how shall I put it, that… that… those, um, DEAR GOD WOMAN, WHAT IS GOING ON WITH YOUR TITS? As the GoFugYourself girls put it: It looks like you “shoved two bagels under there.” Now, there’s a VERY GOOD chance that you will win the Oscar Sunday night. PLEASE show this picture to stylist and tell her you don’t want to look like Boobs McGee at the podium on the most important night of your life. That’s all anyone will remember, trust me. Just put those puppies away. You’ll thank me Monday morning.