I’m going to be totally honest, I am not completely sure who either of these broads actually are. I guess they are like British pin-up girls or something of that nature. Here is what I do know: It’s Sunday afternoon and the chance for it to rain boobs has turned into a total storm. I mean, Maria Fowler and Gemma Massey (if you actually care what their names are) have taken my Sunday by storm.
And hopefully yours as well.
Gemma’s boobs are actually shiny. This is amazing, almost like TV magic. Or DVD magic. Or Internet seedy website magic. Ok, come one, shiny boobs, shoot me!
All this is making me want to move to London, which is something I never expected from myself because I hate fog and fish-and-chips and stupid ferris wheels that are unnecessarily placed and that move The Queen. But this is all changing my mind quickly. In face, I may buy an umbrella today if I can find a place that sells them in Los Angeles. If it’s one thing that can change the way I think, it’s incredibly big shiny boobs.