The best thing about a Monday public holiday is that it makes the week shorter, like Hayden Panettiere. In the meantime, there’s still work to be done as we all get on our bikes to get back to work:
And so, a few smiles may be needed:
And speaking of parties:
And to end this post on the same note it started:
Gives the term “biker babe” a whole new meaning, dunnit?
The “Dear Diary” one reminded me of one that I’d seen recently:
“I’m sorry, daddy, I’ve been a bad girl.”
“For the last time, it’s ‘Forgive me, Father, for I have sinned’!”
My, how Ms. Pantierre has, um, blossomed since she were a wisp of a teen on “Heroes”.
Just remember that the body to which those “blossoms” are attached is under five feet tall. It’s Scarlett Johansson Syndrome.
Please. In America, they’re called “biker chicks.”
They’re not on motorcycles… biker babes, it is.