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.