Ali Larter is some Heroes actress you all want to fuck and she’s wearing a bikini. Before Heroes, she was in a whole pile of shitty movies you’ve never seen including some National Lampoon piece of shit called Homo Erectus, where she met her fiance, proving that shitty movies, despite not making money, going straight to DVD and being an embarrassment to an aspiring writer, director or producer’s career, can still bring a lifetime of happiness to some people. Another thing that brings a lifetime of happiness: the bikini, and here she is with her hard nipples in one.

I could go on about how drunk I got, how I almost got in a fight and all the other weirdness that went on this weekend but I have a whole week of writing to do, so I’ll leave you with these pictures and the hope of more things to come for now…..

I know this Ali Larter bitch is pretty unimportant in the grand scheme of things, but then again so are most of the people I post about, she is just less important than the rest. She’s not in any major movies and hasn’t really done much with herself since the Whip Cream Bikini scene in Varsity blues, but she has taken her little tits to a place where people care to take pictures of her going to lunch, stuffing her face and pretending to be excited to see her friends.

I never linked incorporating food into sex. I always thought it was disgusting and I am a fat man who on the surface looks like I love eating. Reality is that I just don’t like moving and I like drinking beer, but that’s not the point, the point is that when my wife was about 50 pounds lighter and she was just starting to emotionally eat and pack on more weight than her natural slow metabolism and 2 kids had already packed on, she decided to be kinky. I remember walking into my apartment drunk one night and all I could smell was peanut butter. Bitch had smeared shit all over her pussy and tits in hopes of getting me to lick it up. I told her that the peanut butter trick was for lonely ladies with pet dogs and that she stank so bad I was going to throw up. We threw her in the shower and that was the last time she tried to bring food into the bedroom for sex, that didn’t stop her from eating chocolate, chips, cookies, burgers, pizza, cake and anything she can get her greasy fat hands in bed, but it did stop her from intentionally putting it on her lady parts for me to eat off.

Either way, I don’t even know if Ali Larter was the whip cream bikini bitch, I just ran with it and here are some pictures of Ali Larter having lunch, because I haven’t eaten anything yet today and watching her show off that she eats makes me jealous of her budget to go to restaurants while she’s more useless of a person than me.

After tonight’s strip club incident of every chick being 200 lbs, I have decided that I only want to see chicks showing off their small tits tonight. It’s proof that there is too much of a good thing, because sure the bitches I saw had tits bigger than your head, but their cellulite ridden massive flat asses and waddling almost turned me off women, at least for the night…which I didn’t think was possible I came home wanting to crawl into a ball and cry because when the bitches were on stage, my brain kept telling me to stop looking but it was like I was lured into some kind of trance as their stomachs smacked them in the chin while they flashed their massive cunts.

I am married to a fat chick, so you’d think I could handle the shit, but I am went there to get away from the hell I am living and got stuck with that shit thrown in my face, over and over and over again…Maybe god was punishing me, but at least these pics landed in my inbox.

I am going to try to stop talking about this shit, but I am still in shock about the whole experience so have a little compassion man…