I love the bosoms.
I'd hope so, given your taste in nightspots.
'Shindig'
Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, duct tape, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
I love the bosoms.
I'd hope so, given your taste in nightspots.
Her breasts are reinforced by the dreams of millions of het men everywhere (and others...).
And it seems I'm not getting over the BBM score anytime soon. I jerked my head back up to look at the screen before I even realised why I was feeling sad.
I knew a dancer once who got a walk-on (or dance-on) part in a Christopher Walken movie (the one with Sean Penn). She was a cutie, but unfortunately she had droopy boobies. She said they propped them up with adhesive, and she wanted to take the stuff home with her. Brief as her appearance is, she and the boobies look great. Hollywood magic!
Her breasts are reinforced by the dreams of millions of het men everywhere.
We can do that? Dammit, I'm in the wrong industry!
I see the duct tape and boobies have escaped from Bitches. Must be awards season...
We can do that?
You need numbers. A lot of collusion.
I don't know if I could have watched Capote. PSH annoys me anyway, and that fluting voice sounds intensely annoying.
Salma's dress was lovely, as well. I liked the shoulder strap thingie.
She said they propped them up with adhesive
How?!? Is there a how to video?
I thought it made her look like she had one huge boob and one small one.
Skipping ahead to say -- George Clooney, GUH. Even that little opening bit when Jon Stewart said "Am I dreaming?" and Clooney smiled and his eyes crinkled up and he said "No" in that rich smokey purr. OMG so fucking hot.
Also, I heart the cowboy slash montage so very, very much. And I keep wanting to reach through the screen and pat Jon Stewart's hand and say, "You're doing okay. You're doing better than you think you are. Please don't be so nervous; it's killing all of us."
And fashionistically, Wordy McWordster to everyone's revulsion at the flesh-toned dresses, all the swooning before the ridiculous beauty of Salma, and the irritation at the obdurate unpleasant blondeness of Kidman and McAdams.
Now back to actual watching.