As part of its Where to Take Her in 2014 package, GQ suggested taking your girlfriend or wife to Big Sur, among other places. Accompanying the spread, with the caption "An uplifting morning in Big Sur," is a picture of a model, full boob hanging out, in her pajamas. Not exactly safe-for-work material, GQ.
Meet Lacey Wildd, a 45-year-old mother of six, who's had "29, maybe 30" plastic surgery procedures including: 12 breast augmentations, two tummy tucks, three Brazilian butt lifts, illegal silicone in her lips (whatever that means), three full-body lipos, and an internal corset. She was profiled last night on TLC's My Strange Addiction. Of course she was. Highlights (the breast of Wildd, if you will) are above. They include Wildd's "jack-o'-lantern" trick that exposes several boob veins.
A top aide to Republican New Jersey Senate candidate Steve Lonegan suggested yesterday that Lonegan's opponent, Cory Booker, is gay. Why? Because Booker didn't tell a smokin' hot stripper that he wanted to suck her boobs, of course.
Many panhandlers try the honesty approach when it comes to asking passers-by for spare change, but Florida panhandler Christina Andrews is hoping she'll stand out by taking honesty to the next level: TMI.
As temperatures continue to skyrocket into the low to mid-sixties up and down the East Coast, many beautiful and strange-looking women will soon find themselves faced with the eternal conundrum of summer: how to deal with a too-hot boob. Luckily for some, the NYPD is here to remind us that anything goes in New Boob City! Whip off that top. Wipe off that top-colored body paint. Awkwardly unhook that bra with one hand unless the hook is stuck in which case pull it over your head but be careful not to stretch it. You cannot be detained, arrested, or fined for going topless in public in New York.
O, Coney Island Mermaid Parade! You are a motley procession of tacky body paint and beautifully protruding guts and cheese-puddle fries and broken bath toys (and boobies). You are the only summer Saturday afternoon when it's even remotely tolerable to be stabbed with elbows and suffocated among a burnt-skin throng of ogling strangers, because you are so weird and wild and loud and ridiculous (and there are boobies). You have created so many memories for New Yorkers and tourists and children (and boobies). And now, you are in danger of cancelling your festivities (and your boobies).
Across the course of history, French discoveries have proved invaluable to the field of science. Children still learn the stories of Louis Pasteur, who discovered that invisibly small bacteria spoil food and cause disease, and Marie Curie, who found and named the unseen power of radioactivity. Now there's one more name to add to the list of geniuses upending the world's assumptions: Professor Jean-Denis Rouillon, who has declared that bras make women's boobs saggy.
This is the story of star-crossed lovers. This is the story of a newspaperman's last days. This is the story of A COUPLE OF BOOBS.
Are you there, God? It's me, German Soldiers. I'm growing breasts on one side of my body. Let's rap about that.
