Kim Kardashian was blabbing to People Magazine about how she is addicted to junk food and cna’t help it, but that she does workout — mainly on her butt and legs — and plans to start selling her workout routine in small segments on her site.
But the most interesting part of her babbling was the part when she quoted “Bridget Jones’ Diary” and said that boyfriend Reggie Bush loved her just as she is. Aw.
“He doesn’t care what I eat,” says Kardashian. “He loves me just the way I am.”
Let’s be real, Kim. Not “reality show” real, but “real” real. Now I’m not saying Reggie doesn’t love you for what’s in the inside, but girl if you showed up at his doorstep a size 2 he would kick you to the curb faster than your ass can defy gravity.
There’s a reason he picked your big ass — no size zero broad has enough padding to handle his two-digit stallion!
Here’s Kim and her two attention-hungry sisters leaving “Larry King Live” in Los Angeles on Friday.
As I looked at these photos of Sarah Larson during her days as a Las Vegas “promotional model” I realized that she was more than likely a high-end escort, a la Ashley Dupre.
I kept expecting there to be club music playing in the background and for all the chicks around her to lift up their skirts and flash us their peek-a-choos. If you watch porn then you know what I’m talking about.
Those are always the worst vid clips. All you wanted was to see some sweet blowjob clip and then all of a sudden the music gets loud and it’s just a bunch of tanned chicks half naked at some club screaming ‘Woo!’ every time the camera pans on them.
The good thing about those vids is that the next time you’re at the gym and you spot that perfectly tanned babe with the rock-hard ass you realize you can stop trying to get her attention because she’s really a hooker and not some yoga instructor as you’d originally considered.
Mary Carey and her cleavage gave the paps a photo opp outside Mr. Chow’s on Sunday.
Interestingly enough the porn star showed more than just some pushed up titties raising the question, ‘Where the f— did she get all those bruises on her forehead?’
Uh-oh, looks like a friendly game of tea bagging got out of hand!
Please excuse the frequency of the posts this morning; I’m having some troubles with my computer.
But fret not, here I have before you some wicked topless shots of Marisa Tomei from “Before the Devil Knows You’re Dead”, co-starring Ethan Hawke and Philip Seymour Hoffman.
That’s Hoffman banging her in that last frame. That lucky sonofab*tch. Marisa hasn’t aged a day since “My Cousin Vinny” — and neither have her breasts!
Below, actress Marisa Tomei at the Broadway opening night of “Gypsy” in New York City Thursday.
It’s been a hot minute since Vida Guerra has graced us with her astronomical booty, and that’s one minute too long. Say what you will about her face, but her body’s luscious curves more than make up for it. Anorexic lovers need not apply.
For so long I’ve prayed for this moment of humiliation, and alas it has come true. It wasn’t a pack of obese buffalo like I’d envisioned, but this will do. This will do, indeed.
Here’s Paris Hilton eating it in Prague on Sunday.
I don’t know who the hell told Christina Ricci she looked good before she left the house this weekend, but whomever it is really hates her guts.
Girl looks fugged out to the max.
I know she was self-conscious of her weight for a while there, but someone needs to tell her the weight isn’t the issue so much as that five head of hers.
She can loose all the weight she wants — and she can cut as many layers of bangs possible — but we still know about that alien dome of hers.
Still, I love Ricci and just hope she doesn’t go back to her anorexic ways. After all, she is my favorite little pixie.
Here’s Christina Ricci over the weekend at Ferragamo’s 80th Anniversary Fashion Show and after party.
According to Page Six, Ashlee Simpson’s dad tried to get his crappy-ass singer of a daughter on Saturday Night Live again, but they turned her down. No, not because she’s a lip-synching wannabe, but because she was “a pain” — presumably in “the ass.”
Meanwhile I want to know why all these Hollyweird bimbos insist on adorning their hands with such kitschy crap?
