I found myself at an Elementary School graduation ceremony this past weekend, as I tend to do every June. Not because I have kids in Elementary School or because I am some kind of creepy pervert who deserves to be arrested or because I like to scope out the moms and spot the thirteen year old girls who I think are going to turn out hot and discuss it with the father sitting next to me, I go for the free food and drinksthat the parent’s committee has lined up and struggle through the boring all for the brownies, I am pretty committed when it comes to free brownies.

Speaking of free brownies, I realized that those young girls, who aren’t quite kids and not quite adults have a whole lot to look forward to, their lives are like a blank slate ahead of them, and as they cry about moving onto the next phase of their life, I know that some will turn out hot and successful, some will become whores or drug addicts, lesbians or fat but all of that ahead of them is exciting, while all Helen Hunt has to look forward to is death. Here she is in a bikini. Something that reminds me of death. Enjoy.

Saying Helen Hunt looks amazing for her age in a bikini is pretty much the equivalent of saying little Tommy the retarded kid is the quickest learner at the retard home. Despite not being disgustingly fat, bitch is still old and washed up, like little Tommy who’s managed to learn how to change his own diaper when no one is around is still out shitting his fucking retard pants. If you know what I mean.

Either way, here she is in a bikini for those of you still holding onto you Mad About You sexual fantasies because you have both a hard time getting over things and horrible taste in women. At least now you can tell all the fuckers who used to say you couldn’t do two things at once that they are so wrong about you.