
Sports Illustrated cover Model and Leonardo DiCaprio’s on again girlfriend, Bar Refaeli was in Mexico this past weekend, and doing what she does best…making 99.9% of the women in the world feel like complete gremlins. Bar Refaeli is the epitome of physical perfection, Bar in a bikini makes me hate my girlfriend. I feel bad for Bar’s friends, their self esteems are probably more shot then that fat ginger chick in high school who use to eat a box of pizza pops every lunch, alone under the cafeteria stairs. Bottom line, Bar Refaeli is perfect, sizzling hot, probably business savvy because she’s Israeli, dating the dude from Titanic and well we’re internet warriors who sit around lurking for photos of models and celebrities with little to no clothing on. Wow, I wonder who’s the winner in this post?
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Charlie Sheen is saying hell no to charges that he allegedly threatened and assaulted his wife, Brooke Mueller with a knife on Christmas day. Sheen’s attorney Richard Cummins has confirmed that Sheen will enter a plea of not guilty and will not be accepting any form of plea bargain, he further elaborated “We have not entered a plea yet but we would be entering a plea of not guilty and certainly would not enter into any disposition that contemplated a felony because no felony occurred.” While Charlie Sheen is fighting for justice, his wife Brooke Mueller, is fighting for the crack pipe as she has just left a rehab center in Malibu (yes kids rehab is for quitters, be a winner) where she was seeking treatment for her CRACK addiction. I thought crack was only for the peasants, wow this bitch keeps it real. Charlie Sheen, not guilty, Charlie Sheen, all American hero, standing up for the rights of every man who’s Christmas morning has been fucked up by his crack addict snitch wife’s accusations of knife fights and death threats. Charlie Sheen has married some crazy bitches, screw this marriage noise, back to hookers bro, back to hookers. More denise richards bikini pics after the break.










Jessica-Jane Clement, Britain’s attempt at a sluttier version of Megan Fox with huge knockers, was hanging out somewhere in Thailand recently. I assume that she and her enormous breasts were just taking time off to enjoy life. Celebrities have it so hard. Jessica-Jane is a British model and TV star so I can just think of what horror her life would be. All of the expensive cars, blow jobs, cocaine and alcoholism? Poor girl, she must be stressed out.




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Little does Abigail Clancy know, but I have a heart condition. And if she doesn’t stop being so G D hot, I might have some sort of tachycardia or some shit. Until I die of overexposure to hotness, let me just say this chick is nearly perfect. She has a sexy British accent, she is blonde, and I found video diaries on YouTube. This is the makings of a great celebrity target for stalking.




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Where is St. Barth’s and why are beautiful people always there? I need to learn how to stalk properly. I obviously need to live in a hut on the beach in St. Barth’s. For example, just recently Miranda Kerr was sporting a tiny, tiny, tiny pink bikini and was showing off her amazing rump on the beach. And where was I? At home, spraying Cheese Whiz into my mouth. No wonder she likes Orlando Bloom more than me.




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Lara Bingle craving some attention is the only reason I can think of why there are so many bikini pictures of her floating around. Her name is vaguely holiday-related and that’s enough for me. She doesn’t have to whore herself out to get my love, affection and byproducts all over her ass. JUST ASK LARA, JUST ASK!
I assume this Aussie is down in Australia shooting these bikini pictures, seeing that I’m covered in snow and slush. Christmas time in the Southern Hemisphere must suck, with it being summer and everything. I knew I was superior to Australians for a reason.



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Irina is the only woman on this Earth who could give me a painful boner just by standing in front of a conifer. I’m not sure why she dressed herself in a slutty-ass bikini only to launch herself at some Christmas greenery, but I obviously don’t care. If it didn’t somehow seem disturbing and wrong on many levels, I’d put a cut-out of Irina on my own Christmas tree and do stuff on Christmas morning as a present to myself.
Ohhhhh don’t worry. The kids will still be in bed. Probably.



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Apparently St. Barth’s is the place to be this time of year, with all of the hot models scampering around down there. Kylie is looking super fuckable in a tiny bikini on that beach, but it gets me wondering. Why a beach? I mean keeping practicality in mind, when I think of sex and a beach all I can think of is getting sand in my pee hole and then being miserable for an hour. I want to see some slutty model shoots being done in skeezy hotels or maybe a burger joint. In my home town, all of the dirty pervs fuck in the Burger King. So come on Victoria’s Secret, who wouldn’t get turned on by Kyle Bisutta eating a Whopper at BK?



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These poor supermodels. They are so backwater-retarded they don’t even realize how silly it is to be wearing a bikini in the month of December. Are you too proud Alessandra? Must you preen like Jezebel? Aren’t your fingers and toes going to freeze right off?
Oh that’s right. I forgot. They’re not stuck in 19 degree weather like I am right now. The rules that apply to the rest of the world don’t apply to unreasonably hot supermodels. Alessandra Ambrosio is enjoying the sun, the sand and the sea down at St. Barth’s. But in all fairness to A.A., that body is way too hot to cover up – no matter what time of year it is.



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