AnnaLynne McCord spent another day in a bikini yesterday in Malibu, prancing around and huddling together with her sister and a friend. This is going in the right direction. She looks terrific every single time, but she’s in a bikini so often that I’m getting desensitized to her innocent frolicking. These three better start pulling at each others tops and giggling immediately.
(13 more pics here. hq jump here. source = pacific coast news)



















I’ll take “Chicks Ohmwrecker Wouldn’t Fuck” for $1,000, Alex.
I would it that…she is way hotter than my mom
eat…dammit I am a tool
Change title to: Annalynne McCord is stalking MacDaddy via telepthic messages!
Gawd this girl is sooo fkn hot..I want to cook bacon off that flat stomache
and then do other things!!
i dont get it. whats the hard part about fucking on tape and “having it stolen only to be released to the public”?
4th pic…bottom row….Take note ladies!
This is what a great ass looks like!
Slaappy’s law states you have to have a great ass to be named Annal Lynne
I’d eat her sandy vag
Watt!!!
:::hurls bottle of cherrywood oaked Glenmorangie towards Watt:::
Hmmmm, yes…have that one bathed and brought to my tent..
You can’t see it in the pictures but I am tunneling up from under the sand.
Hmmmmmmm . . .
:: Notices the lack of squirrel on Durden today ::
Headly,
Chi-town is great. Divorce is final one week from today, so I can officially start dating the girl I stole from her husband. The guy’s is going to fucking lose it. He has promised to kill me. No joke.
I think I’ll pull his fucking arms off if I get the chance. He’s a dick.
I take solace in that every time I violate his wife. Serves him right. He should have been better in bed.
She’s too much of a “look at me! look at me!” kinda bitch. I’d fuck her in the ass and throw a poopy rope in her hair.
Dont get any sand in your snorkle, there, JCVD. That could get painfully itchy.
I want to cook bacon off that flat stomache and then do other things!!
“Do other things”? Why did you PG-13 your comment? That sounded like something a 10 year old boy would say followed by an eruption of snickering with his group of adolescent friends.
Well, I don’t worry about the guys that promise to kill me, Rok. I worry about the ones that don’t. Those are the smart motherfuckers you aren’t looking for, and won’t know it when they follow you into the shitter with a blackjack. Congrats on your pending legal freedom, and with that guy, be careful nevertheless.
Watching the Blues Brothers on Encore, btw, and getting homesick. This is definitely Lower Wacker Drive…
*swaLlows the bottle whole, regurgitated an empty bottle*
*whirls a bottle of makers mark at headly*
Too drunk to fuck.
blood flow directed to my meat pole, can hardly write this.
YOU DO…THAT VOODOO…THAT YOU DOOOOO!!!