This is, in no way, news. Not even close. Not even in the catty gossip kind of way. Not even in the "my friend heard from his cousin, who heard from his sister, who heard from a friend at school, who heard from her piano teacher, who heard from a reliable drifter that Keinada is a demon in the sack" kind of way. This is more along the lines of a flat declaration. And that declaration is this: Cindy Crawford is still astoundingly hot. You have to respect a woman who was, literally, the first sexual object for my entire generation... and is still beyond our wildest dreams of attainability well into our late twenties. Two kids, and several failed J.C. Penny clothing lines later, Cindy is still pretty high up there on the list. Its comforting that something's never change... or at least have afforded us the mercy of waiting just a little bit longer before they do so. So cheers to you, Ms. Crawford, for being the Brett Favre of mastubatory icons. Wait. Actually Brett Favre is still the Brett Favre of mastubatory icons*. Still... she's up there. Thats good enough.
* - Yes. I masturbate to NFL Films footage. It makes self-gratification surprisingly epic.
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