Emily Ratajkowski poses for GQ. (November 2013) -Photo: Courtesy of GQ
“Are you going to eat that?” asked Lena Dunham.
There’s something in this picture I’d eat, and it ain’t no ice cream cone.
This must be the Khloe and Lamar holiday catalog…
Oh. There’s an (improperly aligned) ice cream cone in this picture.
She must be so tiny and freezing!
Santa, I just figured out what I want…
Excellent, an easy-tear seam right where you need it.
If I was George Clooney, I’d be pursuing her like a maniac
This is the best thing I’ve seen all day
After a mundane day, seeing her as soon as I log on is breath of fresh air. Thanks, Photo Boy.
Is that how neopolitan ice cream is made?
30 seconds later there was nothing but a puddle of ice cream left.
Decisions, decisions…which do I eat first, the ice cream or Emily Ratajkowski?
That’s not even a choice, dude. Emily first, ice cream later.
I was thinking the ice cream would melt. And she might stick around and help with the clean up. But then you’re probably right. I can always buy more ice cream. So I guess that settles it.
mm mm mm
what a hot piece of ass
And the worst pun goes to “I’d like to french vanilla her haagen-daazs!”
I am surprised the ice cream hasn’t melted.
When she’s older, it’ll be a waffle cone.
What rhymes with “Why can’t I be a single rich guy with movie roles to pass out like candy?”
If you squint, it looks like she has stegosaurus-vag. Has anyone informed the GW?!
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