SOME CHICK DID SOMETHING

On a scale of hilarity, "Entourage" is somewhere between a dead Christmas pony and getting raped by a bear with AIDS.  It's the worst show on television and it's not even close.  It's like the writers have declared a war on comedy and a jihad against funny jokes.  The whole thing is awkward and embarrassing, 30 minutes of dumb stories and wildly irritating and unlikable characters.  And I have no idea who the hell Emmanuelle Chriqui is, but I guess she's on the show and I guess she showed up last night at the season 3 party without a bra.  And if you click here – thanks to Jeremy and his noble quest – you can get a nice shot of her implant.  Oh, the excitement.  UPDATE – in hindsight I guess I could have built this up a little better, so: oh, you just have to click here to see the fox from "Entourage" without a bra, and brace yourself, for not even 1000 years of exotic delights could top what you'll see once you click this link.  Now click it you bastard.