It's 11:07. I should be in bed, perhaps reading, but instead I'm sitting on the couch eating cherry pie and watching "Ellen" on the Oxygen network. Try as I might, I can't seem to feel guilty about this. I know the precise moment I will stop eating, though. It will be when Ellen's guest, the orally fixated Shakira, takes to the stage. Because if I stop eating cherry pie at that exact moment, my body will transform into one that looks like Shakira's, only with my head stuck on top.
I bet you didn't know that.
UPDATE. The one—the only!—
Gura has brought my fantasy...um...
delusion to Photoshopperific life:
Pie rules!
*
strikes the laughing-my-damn-ass-off pose, which—not suprisingly—looks nothing like this provocative Shakira squat pose*
4 comments:
OMG! It actually happened! I should get cable! Or pie, yeah, maybe pie.
Okay, but I would never wear those pants. Or the crucifix or the...what are those? Are those boots? And why is there a feather draped over her thigh? Or maybe she's a cat, and that's her tail. So many questions...
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um, vakira, what is dat thing coming out of ur left thigh?
aodxu
Come to think of it, you probably wouldn't wear 98% of the outfits Shakira wears. Going through the images, she's really into a) crop tops/bras, b) really big crosses, c) seriously tight pants.
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