Before I answer, I have two questions. Does she have self-esteem and abandonment issues and will she sleep with me? If the answer is no, then she is just okay. If it is yes, tell her to call me.
In all seriousness, I think I am getting old enough now that I have seen several "flavor-of-the-month" celebrities and I just don't get all that excited about them anymore. Hot women in bikinis are a dime a dozen these days. Between photoshop, silicon tits, and spectacular make-up artists, they don't even have to be hot to manage it.
Unless a hot celebrity has some sort of other talent: writer, musician, good actress...something, then it really doesn't impress me much. She was born hot and she is rich. Must have been a hard life.
@Matt - In response to the question "are they real?" - If I can touch something then it's real.
When I was younger I asked my grandfather if he thought a woman's breast were real and his response was "Of course they're real, they aren't a figments of my fuckin' imagination. It don't matter what they're made of, I can prove their existence so they're real. How are you gonna tell me you have faith in Santa Claus and Jesus but you can't quite believe in a pair of tits that are right in front of you."
I don't know who she is. So I'm going to start talking about me in this thread.
I'm thinking about just killing everything in my backyard and pouring concrete over the whole thing so I don't have to mow the grass any more. Thoughts? I could...put a table out there.
I get amused by people and their patio sets and I refuse to call it anything other than a dining room in the back yard.
Look at our new patio set!
Oh, you put a dining room outside. That's cool. Let's eat out here and be constantly inconvenienced until we decide to move inside to your other dining room.
