bill-swift - November 8, 2014
Oh, to be the lucky hand of Caitlin O'Connor, covering ever so not modestly her perfect set of funbags whilst pimping the bottled water on the beach in Malibu. I might be tempted to call for a curtain and a ten minute coffee break just to perfect my actually cup and hold of my tender nuggets. But that's me. I'm immodest. If I had boobs they'd find me soaked to death after 96 straight hours in the tub.
The 138 bottled water maniacs continue to bemuse me. I'm quite certain I've never seen a bottle of their water sold anywhere in stores. At least not the stores I frequent, which are albeit rather on the discount mart side. Still, if they're going to keep hiring models and getting them half-nekkid on the beach for fun time photoshoots, who am I too argue. The makers of ricin poison could launch similarly sextastic photoshoots and I'd get behind them in support. Enjoy.
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