From Longtime Friend & Reader Mark Alger:
“So, if a song that catches your ongoing attention is an earworm, what is an image that accomplishes the same end? An eyeworm?”
Yes. Here’s one of mine:
Try as I may, I just cannot.
More to follow.
From Longtime Friend & Reader Mark Alger:
“So, if a song that catches your ongoing attention is an earworm, what is an image that accomplishes the same end? An eyeworm?”
Yes. Here’s one of mine:
Try as I may, I just cannot.
More to follow.
I see that Brit totty Keeley Hazell has written her memoirs — at the ripe old age of 37, no less — but the title thereof is wonderful:
“Everyone’s Seen My Tits”
…and it’s being released later this summer.
Anyway, on the off-chance that some of my Readers haven’t seen the aforementioned, here’s a sample:
A fore-and-aft shot:
Today, at 37:
And in the flesh, so to speak:
Here’s a little snippet:
…and here’s a pic of the slag herself:
Ugh.
Let me tell you, the only way I’d be tempted into spending money on something like this is if the offer was for this model:
And I’d pay a premium for the “Sexy Contralto Italian Accent” option.
I have to thank Longtime Reader Pierre (who is French, and somehow stays loyal to this rantbucket despite all my slurs on the Frogs), who pointed out to me that my Classic Beauty section has a glaring omission: to wit, horror-movie star Ingrid Pitt. Quite apart from her astounding beauty, which we’ll enjoy below, she is to my knowledge the only Classic Beauty who survived a Nazi concentration camp in WWII.
Anyway, here she is, in black and white:
And in living color:
Lovely.
Another of Pierre’s suggestions next week. He has exquisite taste.
You know, when I were a lad, women in their late 50s looked like old women: they wore old lady clothes and shoes, their hair was gray, they did things like knitting and sewing, baked cakes and stuff for their grandkids… you get my drift, I think.
Well what then, to make of these old broads? (links in the pics)
I mean, if you look closely at her hands, you can see she’s no spring chicken. But who the hell looks at her hands?
Then there’s Item #2 on this little list:
Apparently, Our Shania has recently discovered the joy of walking around the house naked. (you may go off and take that heart pill, now)
Finally — and I could do this for ages, but I have to end this sometime — there’s:
Well, we know all about her, of course.
Another gin, Kim? I think so. I don’t think it’s healthy to take so many heart pills in a row.
Was there a pimply-faced teenager back in the 1970s who didn’t have Jacqueline Bisset in his Vaseline-handed fantasies?
And in living color daydreams?
And even when you couldn’t see her face…
And today, in her late 70s?
…still gorgeous.