Mariah finally decided to turn detective and investigate the disappearance of her career.
I am wishing that she is wearing nothing under that trench coat. I would bang her with nothing but those boots and that hat on.
“We must find Nick, kids. Go-go-gadget gaydar!”
The more she covers the better she looks.
If she was naked under there, I’d actually find this pic a bit exciting.
How do you know that she’s not naked under there. You don’t know anything.
Mariah Carey in Aspen, starving, freezing, and on the verge of committing a mass homicide.
She needs to cover up those tree trunks before someone chops them off to use for firewood.
That coat hides a multitude of sins.
Really, who wears that to Aspen in the winter. And, where’s the snow, I don’t think these pictures are of her in Aspen, maybe, Portland, Oregon, but not Aspen.
They have these amazing things called snow shovels. You can keep your walk completely bare if it hasn’t snowed for a few days.
People who hire body guards to pick them up and carry them over the snow, that’s who.
Mariah Carey isn’t particularly pretty and I wouldn’t know any of her music even if she hand delivered all of her CDs. But there’s just something about her that gets my nuts in an uproar.
I sit here looking at that get-up, and the whole time I’m imagining the fact that there just might not be anything under that coat.
You could hang that hat on the stiffy she gives me – boing!!!
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