You know seeing a girl’s nipple thru her shirt is really not as exciting as it once was back when women didn’t wear see thru shirts on the regular, especailly when the girl who is showing her nipple thru a see thru shirt in some tasteful photoshoot for “Vogue” is a Czech Model, who I know if I was a little smarter, could have bought as my wife back in the 80s if I spent my money on airfare to Prague instead of on whiskey and hookers, but I guess hindsight is 20/20 or some shit.
She’s pretty much done very little work other than modeling and working the sex trade back when the sex trade was the only way a hot bitch could actually make something of herself by fucking tourists who eventually fall in love because the whores back home don’t look anything like this, before your country opened up….something I really wish I had exploited when I had the chance.
I was just talking to a girl who begs her boyfriend to piss on her, who fucks him and his friends at the same time, who loves sucking pussy when her man fucks it and she asked if I was a horny dude because of all the sex talk I annoy people with and I realized that I’m really not all that horny. Sure, I like talking shop with whores and I really find pussy and tits the only really interesting thing in life, but I’m not as weird as a lot of people about sex and that kinda makes me feel inadequate. I’ve never shat on a girl sexually, I’ve never had my ass fisted, I’ve never jerked off on a chick with five of my friends, I’ve never even tagged teamed a chick, I’ve never even fucked a girl who just finished fuckin’ my friend in the other room who offered us a two for one deal, I’m not into fetish or bondage, I am just standard and boring and all I really want is to bag a black girl or maybe a couple hot lesbians…
Sure, I’d love to piss on a couple of chicks who just finished bouncing off my dick, but I just don’t think I have enough dick to go around, enough stamina to keep up, or the ability to even get hard, so when I see these pictures of a horse with hard nipples, I don’t know what to do with them, since I’m so fuckin’ vanilla and the last thing I’d want to do with a horse is shove my dick in it, I’d rather ride it into the motherfuckin’ sunset, like the I pretend cowboy I am everytime I drink Bourbon…
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Ines Sastre is some model turned actress from Spain who I doubt I’ve heard of, but have probably done posts on, but unfortunately I have a horrible memory and everything kind of blurs into one giant confused mess that is this site, but fuck, she’s got an amazing mom body, like the women I saw at 8:30 in the morning today while still drunk, only they were wearing their business casual outfits and not one-piece bathing suits to cover their mom stretch marks with ass hugging skirts/dresspants and button down blouses that were almost sheer, making me want to get a office job in the cubicle next to them, even though I could tell in their exhausted eyes that they hated how life played out for them, just enough depression needed to convince them to fuck me in the copyroom after gaining their trust. Unfortunately for me, I hate office jobs and would never sacrifice freedom for pussy, especially pussy I know wouldn’t actually give me the time of day, they just do that in my fantasies….
There’s not much hotter than some Sloppy Royal Tits. Not because they are worth a lot of money, or because they embody class and elegance, or because they are a product of incest to keep their Sloppy Royal Tit blood blue, but because I have no standards. Today just started. Are you ready for it?
Here are some pictures of Britney’s nipples crying, but the good news is that they aren’t as sad as her vagina, thanks to the two pregnancies in over two years and her giving up on life which included but wasn’t limited to not washing or tending to her vagina needs.
Britney Spears’ nipples remind me of this skinny girl I once knew, who the second you’d get naked, the truth would come spilling the fuck out all over the fuckin’ place. Her tits would drop, her ass would fuckin’ drop and her legs would have the dirtiest cellulite I pretty much ever saw, before marrying my wife, he turns out to be made up of 98 percent cellulite and 2 percent useless fuckin’ lazy cunt who annoys the fuck out of me and lowers the little self esteem I have when I have to admit that not only did I fuck her in a bad drunk decision, but I also married the whore.
These pictures of Adriana Lima are doing the rounds and no one seems to know when they are from and I guess who really cares. They are Adriana Lima’s fucking nipples and she’s probably the hottest thing out of Victoria’s Secret since that bra and pantyset I bought myself for “halloween” last July. What used to make Lima even hotter than being hot was the fact that she was a good catholic virgin, unfortunately that fantasy’s been destroyed because she’s supposed to be married and pregnant, but that’s okay, because virginity just means blood, discomfort and bad sex. The only real good thing about virgins is that you can’t get Aids from them, unless they’ve had blood transfusions or done anal with faggots or blacks.
Speaking of Aids, I was talking to this girl the other night who asked me what my parents did, since I don’t have parents, I had to be creative about the lie, something I’ve been doing for a long time and I am good at, so I told her that my family invented the condom and I come from a long line of condom people and she made some comment about how I have no excuse but to have safe sex or something implying that I use condoms and I didn’t want to give her the wrong idea and think I was one of those prudes, because I’m not.
So I went on a rant about being a self-hating heir to the condom empire and everytime I fuck I make sure to not use condoms while screaming “Fuck you dad for ruining my life” like some kind of spoiled brat, only to proudly disply my herpes scab at Christmas fucking dinner so that he fucking knows.
She thought I was weird. So it may be a bad approach, but here’s Lima nipple to forget my story and move on with your life…
Everyone hates on Rumer Willis wondering why the hell she looks like something that could only grow up next to a power plant or something, you know someone who developed in the womb feeding off radiation and whatever remnants of drugs, alcohol in Demi’s mutated uterus, but the truth is she looks just like her wonky-faced mother, before the millions of dollars of plastic surgery and I guess that’s part of the reason why Ashton Kutcher fucks her, you know to get with an ugly, younger version of his wife while giving her the confidence she needs to not kill herself, because if Ashton fucks her, that probably means other guys will too and tons of girls would die to fuck Ashton since they find him hot, kind of thing, so in a lot of ways, his pity sex saved her fuckin’ life while fueling his perversions, even though she’d be much more successful as a lesbian because lesbians are less judgemental and like pussy for the person behind the pussy and that is why lesbians are for the most part fat, manly and disgusting.
Either way, here’s Rumer Willis pumping gas in what looks like a shirt without a bra because I guess she’s finally come to terms with the inevitable, and that’s to dyke the fuck out.
I am pretty hungover, something I assume Kate Moss can relate to, you know since she’s a substance abuser. I reported that she was pregnant yesterday, I mean if you can call what I do reporting, it’s more along the lines of making shit up that seems to make sense at the time, but I figured, since she’s getting fat the only logical reason would be that she let some stranger cum inside her and now she’s debating whether to keep it or not, but will probably just let nature takes it’s course, you know with her hard drinkin’, the motherfucker will either drown in her womb. Good times. Here are her hard nipples.
I stole this topless pictures form some photography student from LA who had it on her site. Her stepmother is some model and her father is in some band and I guess that gives her access to people like Kate Moss with her shirt off. My life is not so convenient, but that doesn’t matter, what does matter is that I asked her if I could post it, she didn’t answer me, I guess she was too busy doing nothing, it broke my heart, so I figured I’ll just throw it up and that’s all I got to say about that, because Kate Moss topless is a thing of the past, if this girl wants exposure she’s gotta get some video of Chris Brown beating Rihanna, or maybe of some Lohan/ Ronson sex tape…..
So all you fashionistas probably already know that it’s fashion week in London…or maybe that it was fashion week in london…that it is going to be fashion week in London and some weird Goth clothing company had this fashion show, that was topless, see thru and all around weird.
Now I’m the kind of guy who hates fucking vampires and obscure kids in black who hate the world and shoot up schools, but I do like tits, and in not wanting to perpetuate this men in platform shoes and make-up, industrial music bullshit, I tried to not post these pics, but the tits won this fight, again.
Supertan George Hamilton, someone who I am not entirely sure what he does beyond tanning, was seen out with his man purse and the paparazzi thought that was a great story, what they forgot to mention was his braless wife and her floppy fucking tits with her hard nipples, because shit may not be as hot as a jacked up tanning bed in your bedroom, or even as hot as skin cancer, but it’s pretty fucking close to me.
I don’t know if you remember those Lohan comeback pics from New York Magazine last year where she was naked being her idol Marilyn Monroe, but unfortunately lasting another year without following Monroe’s fate, well, I’d show you an reminder but New York Magazine doesn’t like when you post their pictures without paying them, so I deleted that shit long ago. But I just came across these pics from the mag, where Kate Moss gets half naked and sure they won’t get as much buzz as her cokehead counterpart Lohan, cuz this cokehead’s already been naked a million fucking times, but I’m posting them anyway.
I’ve gone down a bit of a weird road the last few posts. I probably shouldn’t have gone down them, but sometimes it’s okay to post shit that I’d normally never post, especially when I am feeling lost and confused. The truth is sometimes you need to switch things up and take that road you were explicitly told not to take by your foster mother because the guy who lives at the end of the street is fucking creepy and a reported sex offender. You know try new things, even though she told you over and over again not to knock on his door to ask for money for the church charity you were running, but if I had listened I would have never made the 25 dollars and got the chance to sit on Santa’s pantless lap in the middle of July and tell him all the things I wanted before having him tell me all the things he wanted to do to me….if you know what I mean.
To get my focus back, here are some nipples from some Paris Week Fashion show, because nipples are awesome.
