Showing posts with label Vanessa Lengies. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Vanessa Lengies. Show all posts

Wednesday, October 3, 2007

Breast-krieg

Sorry for the complete lack of posts over the last few days. Halo 3 is a little all-consuming. Nevertheless, I'm back at work, bored out of my everliving mind, and have several hours to kill. So let's do a little catching up, you and I. Just follow me around the corner into that dark alley, and we can look at pictures of hot celebrities and giggle. And possibly touch each other. You know, see where the mood takes us, sailor.
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To kick things off, here's a pair of new pictures of Missy Peregrym from the promo shoot for her new show, Reaper. I only caught about half of this first episode, which was directed by Kevin Smith, and none of which included the Stick It-alum. That being said, it didn't seem intolerable, so I guess I'll try to catch another episode or two if I get the chance. However, I do reserve the right to lose tolerance for it later on, and hence only watch it for "manual stress relief" purposes.
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A couple more Missy's for you, and a pair of Stick It costar, Vanessa Lengies, because Stone Cold said so.

Saturday, September 22, 2007

Spring Break '08 - Neptune

Scientists in Paris released a report today documenting their recent study on the most distant planetary object in our solar system, Neptune. In said report, they have discovered that Neptune's south pole is actually in a state of consistent warming. The planet, which has a slow, off-center orbit, has been tilted on its axis so that the south pole directly faces the sun for the last 40 years, resulting in a 18 degree temperature spike in that particular area. The remainder of the planet is estimated at an average of 320 degrees below zero for the rest of its 165 year orbital cycle.
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And why do I care, you ask? Because this means NASA is getting a little too close to discovering the location of where I've secreted Vanessa Lengies for the past few months. Looks like somebody shut some mouths over in faire Paris. My interplanetary, pre-general fame actress harem cannot be compromised. Where else will E.T. get his space prostitutes if not from me? I've got various, debatable forms of intelligence coming in from across the Milky Way to visit the Neptune Bunny Ranch. Sorry, French scientists. Business is business. And space prostitutes are the most important business there is.