I know, that sounds kind of dickish. I can't help it, dammit! Here we are, it's a Tuesday afternoon and everyone is all ready to enjoy some pics of Kelly Brook in some hot leggings, walking around LA in a Yankees hat. But then there's this muscle bound freak showing up in practically every pic. I get that she's like happy and everything, but her happiness comes at the cost of our ability to appreciate her ass unhindered. Is she gonna start doing sexy photo shoots with him too? Cause that's where I draw the f*cking line. I'm not about to sit around and watch that guy molest one of the finest creatures ever birthed into creation for some Axe Body Spray promotion or whatever. If only Kelly could have gotten engaged to one of those Nuts girls who lusts for her so badly. Now there's a union I could get behind, literally. No, we got this roided out fugitive from the fashion police. This is some bullshit. I just want to go back to bed now.
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