Jessica Biel was somewhere yesterday, pointing out where the majority of lustful glances directed toward her come from. I love how even the unfortunate sport coat thing can't completely conceal dat ass. It's like a big, green cupcake just waiting for someone to come along and take a big bite out of it. It's a good thing for Jessica that she's not with me, because her life would become a constant cat and mouse game between me and her ass. She would literally have to peek around corners and look over her shoulder at all times, trying to avoid the inevitable moment when I fly at her ass like a facehugger from ALIENS. She would never get any sleep.