Jessica Simpson was happy. She was free. She was orange. All over. Lucky for her she had just signed a deal with Fanta to be their spokesperson. A challenging role by anyone's standards. In her quiet, pensive times however, she just got that niggling feeling at the back of her mind, that her breasts would have preferred she had signed the less lucrative, but much needed Berocca contract instead.
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Unfortunate dress, really. *laughs*
Um, her breast looks like a penis.
BAD COUTURE! Bad! BAD! BAD COUTURE!
Oh my gootness! I bet it's cuz Daddy wasn't around holding them up telekinetically with his sick obsession with 'em.
BLLLEECHHH!!!!!
Can we somehow forward their addresses to Osama?
don't these celebrities believe in bras? when you're that saggy, you really need one.
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