Jessica Alba sure wasn’t happy to see me on Thanksgiving.  And you’d think she would appreciate her stalker once in a while… especially on thanks-fucking-giving! Sigh. The poor lass can’t see the forest for the trees.

Here she is looking scrump-diddily-umptious bringing Thanksgiving treats to her daddy’s house. I have no idea what’s in her box but they look gross to me. Prunes? Dates? Chocolate covered spiders? J. Alb, you’re a celebrity. Quit pretending you’re a domestic goddess. If you walk around with your cleavage poking out like that no one on this earth is going to care what you brought to Thanksgiving, even dear old dad.

Sick? Yes. Get used to it.

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