Dear Kate Beckinsale Bikini Photos,
I know last night when I found you and emailed Photo Boy to have these ready for the morning, it seemed like I totally was into you and you were going to be the hot shit for the day. But that was before Peter Dinklage hula hooped in a gay bar, so I hope you can understand the position I’m in. I don’t even know who I am as a person anymore. Hell, I don’t think any of us do. It’s like the whole world just came alive and all of our problems twirled away. Across America firearms are magically transforming into vuvuzelas as every race sets aside their differences and giggles until their tum-tum hurts. And don’t get me wrong, I want to believe your ass can do that. In fact, there was a time I believed it could, but everything’s changed now. We’re through the looking glass, and it hula hoops.
- The Superficial