Christina Aguilera’s son is a lucky bastard

Here’s Christina Aguilera in Beverly Hills last night doing whatever the hell she does these days. If it’s being the Ambassador of Not Looking at Women as Sex Objects to Be Covered in Honey and Cinnamon While Pouring Me a Beer, she should probably find a new job. Immediately. But first, how ’bout a refill? All this writing has given me a powerful thirst. Powerful, I say.

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