Kate Bosworth and a mystery man in Los Angeles. (July 28, 2011)
Kate Bosworth, a “mystery man,” and the ghost of Brett Somers, saying it all with her eyes.
Are her boobs hiding in her purse?
Is he an Auschwitz survivor too?
No, just another LA coke head.
You can’t throw a cell phone in L.A. without hitting a mystery man that looks just like this.
She’s sporting her break-up anorexia again.
on their way to share a celery stick for dinner?
Have a sandwich. Please.
The old crone behind her was hired to make sure Kate stays on track with a strict 250 calorie a day diet.
The tree is trying to break the awkward silence
long sleeve sweater in the middle of summer….
What an awkward moment. They don’t know what to do with their hands or where to even look.
I think it’s cute how they’re sharing a moment of solitary existential ennui.
On second thought, I think they’re both just sluggish from a caloric deficiency.
Jesus Kate! Getting tongue tied does not make you “creepy”.
Ah, the old LA “Standing under a tree date”. What you do when you’re too thin to go out and have a meal together like normal people.
Who can be thinner than the other?
She must be desperate to have purchased a blow-up Dr. House doll.
Obviously they’re fascinated by one another, and what a scintillating couple they make!
The entire entertainment industry is inundated with bony, flat-chested, underweight, unattractive women, and only Justin Timberlake and this desperate dude are slutty enough to bang them.
Nice neckbeard on the manequin.
that snapping sound is just my hip cracking.
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