Jennifer Love Hewitt in Studio City. (August 24, 2011)
Would hardly miss
Can hardly wait.
“man !taking it up the ass from a Marvel comics penciler is the worst!”
In my mind, she’s not wearing underpants.
I would make her wear her skirt the entire time.
Is that a cassette? What’s she doing with a cassette?
This girl is the anti-Lindsay. She’s had big beautiful tits we’ve all been dying to see for 10 plus years – but she has never share them. Instead we get to see her sag into oblivion.
woops shared – not share
“Did you REALLY think it’d be a good idea to shop for rings on your own?”
Open mouth, looks like she’s gonna take a big one in for the team.
Sadly, the navajo living in the teepee was forced to smell fish for the rest of his life.
I see she’s now stooped to pre-emptively wearing two of the three acceptable engagement rings. At this point, 98% of marrying her is just showing up.
Why is she wearing a cone of shame around her ass? Never mind.
“Awwwwwww, you don’t want to marry me either? But I have the rings in my purse. And the key to my heart on a chain around my neck. And…tits.”
“Picking out rings makes me seem crazy? OH REALLY? Then how come I nabbed a date with a Bachelorette castoff?”
“Out of work? Really? I was just on Hot in Cleaveland…and I was the 3rd hottest one there!”
Like millions of other Hollywood hopefuls, she’s hanging around Studio City hoping to get discovered.
Kemosabe, Tonto just got boner.
“Ohhhhhh, yeah, dude. They are still fantastic”.
Oh. Oh. Oh……I like big butts and I cannot lie…
Just saw her first “Save the Whales, Harpoon a Fat Chick” bumper sticker.
“oh Come On!! the conveinent store is out of KY Jelly again???. They know I live in the neighborhood!!!”
Not a cassette, an i-Phone… Still hot.
Another tragic walkby charlie horse.
This is how a new meme is born.
Frumpy poster child
“What do you mean I can’t be on the next season of ‘The Bachelor’? I already have my rings picked out!”
You all say you love me and love my body, especially my lovely breasts, but in the long run you’ll only reject me. Then what’s in it for me? No, you may not look at my goodies and I don’t want to look at your large, purple-headed, deeply veined male member, throbbing and pulsing in time with my heartbeats, with the small drops of clear, sticky…huh?
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