Shane Warne and Elizabeth Hurley at the opening of Club 23 in Melbourne, Australia. (November 7, 2011)
There’s the new boyfriend. She’ll ride him for a few years before she gets tired of it.
“You’re pretty. Remember when that guy got the blowjob from the ugly black hooker? I do. You’re pretty.”
It’s Shane WARNE, dammit! If you are going to feature one of the greatest spin bowlers and douche-holios of our time, at least spell his name right.
No, I’m glad they got the name wrong! I want this douche tool to disappear forever!
He’ll be sitting there, sniffling boogery tears into his bowl of cornflakes and bronzer drippings, sobbing “Everytoim I google meself, nuffink comes up.”
Great accent! +10
You’ll have to forgive them. He’s almost unrecognisable with his face pulled as tight as the hide on a cricket ball.
“Oh my God, you have eyes?”
She thinks he’s listening to her, but really his eyes can’t see below his nose.
“When does Jennifer Love Hewitt want her dress back?”
You get the award for most predictable comment. :D
His pants look very happy to see her!!
This guy looks like the ultimate douche and I am pretty certain that his face does not move.
Of course it doesn’t ~ He’s a Ken doll!
Totally doable. Her, not him. Fuck you.
I’ve never wanted to be an random, over-tanned douche more than I do right now.
“OK, check it out…I’m talking to you while making total eye contact. I am looking right at your eyes. So back off a bit…at NO time have my eyes strayed from your face downward to your ample cleavage where you are showing your large, natural, milky-white breasts with skin as soft as a baby’s butt, your supple nipples like two luscious, ripe plums, straining at the seam of your lacy white…”
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