Earlier this week there was some silly awards thing (which nobody cares about) called the “Pride Of Britain”, which as far as I can see is just an excuse for showbiz houris to show off their boobs. You’ll recognize some but not others, but I simply couldn’t be bothered with names because, as I said above, nobody cares. Here’s a sample:
You have to know things are bad when Carol Vorderman (#1) is the most restrained of the lot.
I went to school with that second one. She was smart and funny. Met her after school just as she was on her way to the interview that launched her career.
Always had the hots for Kate.
The above is glaring evidence that there is no shortage of silicone and/or collagen in the UK.
Yep. The amount of plastic surgery on display is staggering and grotesque. They don’t look real any more. I don’t care how much of their cleavage is on display, I find the lot of them to be unattractive and disgusting.
Cuz you, Mr. Kim DuToit, are going to object to a reason to see Carol Vordeman’s tits, no matter the reason?
Not in this lifetime.