By Lex January 29, 2015 @ 11:56 AM
If you’ve ever thought to yourself I’d like to smell like a pale chick in a slip, I’ve got the fragrance for you. Rosie for Autograph. I have no idea what that means. Only that it will make you smell like lilac and isopropyl alcohol rather than Jason Statham jizz and Mayfairs. You can’t put a price on that. Though if you did, it’d be $70. It seems nonsensical but for the millions celebrities rake in on this crap. Then it just seems sad. I prefer to think about what really dumb people might spend $70 on if it wasn’t Rosie for Autograph perfume. It’s not healthy meals and vocational training manuals. Not so sad anymore.
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By Lex May 16, 2014 @ 1:44 PM
Everybody looks better out of focus. With a right sun flare, I resemble the god Apollo in my Christian Mingle dating profile. Roise Huntington-Whiteley doesn’t much blur to look like the hot girl with the bald guy from The Transporter. But they put her slightly out of focus anyhow. That’s called art. Though not art enough that she’s willing to show her tits. So bad art.
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By Lex December 03, 2013 @ 2:37 PM
Jason Statham left his girlfriend alone for just five minutes and look what the hell happened. The dude hasn’t been more than six inches from Rosie Huntington-Whiteley since they started dating a couple years back. He’s forced his body to consume its own waste so that he’d never have to take a bathroom break from that permanent arm clamp he keeps around her neck like a truly confident bald man. Now he finally let his guard down and his girlfriend’s tit is hanging out in the cold London night. I bet he kicks a lot of Filipinos in the face for this.
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By Lex November 05, 2013 @ 11:58 AM
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By Lex September 23, 2013 @ 12:40 PM
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