Cindy Crawford pumping gas in heels

She still looks great! I’m surprised she doesn’t do anymore television or movies. She still has talent!

Cindy looks so great.

(Not to be snarky, but I wish Pam would take some notes from Cindy on how to look like a classy, sexy MOTHER.)

Keep the broken down model circa 1992 and give me her car plus a couple Hollywood wanna be actresses. They don’t need acting talent, just hot bods without implanted titties, the ability to swallow and no nagging.

PS: Da Man issues a casting call!

She’s beautiful, but skinny jeans should not exist. Same thing with shoulder pads.

for real.. she is hot. tits, ass, face. I think she’s rockin those jeans!!1 why all the hate? jealous women!

Poor Cindy, still driving the same car she was in this pic from oh so long ago

http://thesuperficial.com/2006/01/cindy_crawford_picks_her_nose.php#comment

AND to make matters worse, she still has to pump her own gas! What is this world coming to when young lads won’t help out an old lady?

Wow. Seriously?

I got a super-important breaking news flash that Kelly McGillis was spotted returning library books while carrying a PBS tote bag. The People Need to Know!!!1

I should build a website of hot gals in high heels pumping gas.

What the hell are all these people talking about on here? Poetry; more than one person under the same name or something??! WTF? Who gives a flying shit? It’s like some guy’s sitting in the dark in his underwear typing out some big comment chain with himself. Just a tip: the only comments anyone who casually comes to the site like myself are going to read actually talk about the subject at hand. Nobody cares about all the other weird rhyming and drawing comments, please Fish delete this stupid stuff and keep relevance alive here!

That is one fine-lookiing human female. Agree w/ previous posting — Ms. Crawford will probably still be hot at 90. Those genes are coming through for her in a big way.

Yeah the dude’s totally stoned and twiddling his foreskin with one hard while inflicting jerkoff poetry on us with the other. In a way that CINDY ALMOST CERTAINLY ISN’T. IN THE ABOVE PICTURES.

OH YOU LIKE THAT? YOU SEE WHAT I DID THERE!??!

Where is the Saturday post, you effing slacker?

no Saturday post???

Nice face and tits and ass and legs. I wish I could have sex with her. Inside job? All inside her and all over her. I would invite mimi too.

AnthonyTriolo.com – DELICIOUS!!

#109. not laughing

In my defense I have to say

I found it was the only way

Insure my own identity

I’m kinder than my enemy

Any post that’s truly Candy

Isn’t nasty, racy, randy

Otherwise demeaning woman

From now on my rhymes I’m spinnin’

Speaking out intend I fully

Stand up to that mean old bully!

Read or not it is your right

But I intent to win my fight

Reclaim my name so you will see

A post that is or not “Candy.”

I apologize CandyO. I was a jerk.

I understand how it feels when someone steals your name.

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“For God so loved the world that he gave his one and only Son, that whoever believes in him shall not perish but have eternal life.

I think the poetry is more interesting than this website!

Could you get CandyO to write for you, Fish?

Wow, she’s still got it. If only she were cougar enough to bag this little tiger. Rawr.

simply beautiful

FIRST WOOOOOOOOOOO

Although I said forevermore

I do not know what would foster

The need for one to pose imposter

I am truly the one I claim

Of insipid quipping posts my claim

Attack the other when it’s sleeping

Hoping I can cause a weeping

But never will that happen dear

Not tomorrow or next year

For I state this so you will know

I am the real CandyO

I went out last night for a change. I usually spend my weekends peering out the dormer in my Mama’s attic watching the world go by dreaming about life and love without….experiencing or shall I say…touching it. I know with each graying hair falling out of my head I am not getting any younger and so I made up my minds. OUT WITH ME!
So. I borrowed one of my Mama’s full length dresses from the 50′s. I yanked some orange leotards up my legs (I hate shaving) and capped it off with a nice yellow bonnet. Lots of lipstick (I have very think lips) and a waxing of my uni-brow and I was all set!
Out the door with mimi I mean angeleyes I mean CandyO! Look out boys!
I went a clogging (my Mama’s shoes were far too small all shoes are too small for my flipper feet) down to the Elk’s club right on the corner. I realized I hadn’t walked that far since the last time I was upset and walked 2 whole blocks to the liquor store for a litre of generic high proof chinese vodka and I was already getting sore big feet! Weeee! Just before opening the creaking front door I noticed the sign at Pete’s Burger and Bait and Tackle Shop across the street had chiliburgers all you can eat for $8.99. Well. I don’t think it’s any mystery here as to where I spent my evening! I had a blast! Amazing how gastrointestinal stimulation is a joyful sublimation of heterosexual erotica!

Well I am still full but quite the gassy classy lassy! I have been singing from my “tail pipes” all night long and just had to tell my fans here the latest in my adventures!

Would someone else care to put this episode to rhyme?
Sweets and nightingales and petunia to my family here.

Well I am going to pen or type for you a beautiful piece and call it

CANDYO’S COLON YODLING

{set this up with some hip hop backbeat and imagine me with ‘tude}

Two roads emerged in a yellow wood

I took the one that I knew I should

All the smells and sights full out replete

My niggahs were cookin’ on some dried up meat

Burnin’ up on some old dead muscle

I with my leotards creepin up in a tussle

Gatherin up together near my lady hole

Belly just a jigglin’ in one giant roll

The lights focused on me and my cred

Fresh from the streets I should of been in bed

Unannounced and irrespective of the gathered host

I’s gonna prove to these losers who could eat the most

Down I sat on my dimpled fat ass

With a clarion call I shouted out some gas

Fart toot puff puff toot toot fart

I can sing with my ass I’m all about art

Toot puff tooty fart splish and a splash

I think a little mud had squeezed into my gash

I was here for eating and not for fashion

I might have been stinking but I ate with a passion

’til the cracka right behind me had the nerve to exclaim

“Pardon me madam but your anus is aflame”

So I says to this honkey and his stringy headed lady

What happens with and my rectum might be shady

But solitude and feasting go together like molasses

Coverin’ up my waffles and more butter can you pass this?

Said I to the counter girl her face in a pinch

Lookin like she ready to either run or flinch

Be at peace breathe your self I’m hear to stuff my face

Don’t be cryin’ to me if of my ass you get a trace

Munch and chaw and dribbly droppin goo

A clot of chili fell down on my shoe

A rat ran out under from under the ice machine

And stole it off my foot like a villain and a fiend

So I kicked it in the head and he flew up in the air

And landed on the plate of a woman debonair

She screamed like she was in a dream and so it seemed

Until my coffee was needin another shot of cream

I’s eatin and chewing and tryin’ to caffenaite

Her voice was sharp and the sound was grate

Upon my ears and down into my belly

Into my britches which were now rather smelly

Full and content and my appetite spent

I paid off my dues with cash my Mama lent

I waddled full of chili and pies and pastry

And tripped on the floor I was so hasty

To seek my own form of solitude

Alone me and mimi and our bad attitude

125, 126, & 127

Those with half a brain can see

The prose that isn’t penned by me

Though I’m impressed you took the time

To force your ideas into rhyme

‘Though your efforts were all thumb

And nasty thoughts were also dumb

It’s plain to see when I’m not you

No matter what you try to do

So keep on trying to be like me

And God may just reward your plea!

Yeah, you CAN tell who the real poet is.

Looks like the real CandyO wins!

Since she is no longer in the publics eye with movies or modeling, Don’t you think its time she got rid of that fucking mole? It is getting bigger as she gets older. Other than that, she is still smoking hot regardless of her age.

God Bless Cindy.

God Bless CINDY

Well ok # 73.
I’m guessing you’re still having a few problems with ‘free fall collapse speed’ – and wondering how to break it to ‘mom and dad’
Google : Richard Gage.

Well ok # 73.
I’m guessing you’re still having a few problems with ‘free fall collapse speed’ – and wondering how to break it to ‘mom and dad’
Google : Richard Gage.

She can pump the gas, I want to pump her in her ass. Fill ‘er up!!

May Mother Earth curse both CandyO and Bible Guy

There’s probably nothing sexier than a woman in heels pumping gas. Although, I should probably preface that statement by admitting I’m a Transformer Other than that, she is still smoking hot regardless of her age.