Kelly Brook was at some fashion thing the other day and, surprise surprise, looked totally hot in her little leopard print dress, busting out the bust line as she is want to do 24/7. How does any man within 20 feet of her not turn into a raving, sexual lunatic? And how come all guys with phallic-looking microphones don't place them directly opposite her beautiful bewbage, in a not-so-subtle expression of their deep inner desire to do unspeakable acts with her blessed anatomy? Clearly that guy was a lot more interested in what Kelly's divine breasts had to say than Kelly herself. I can relate to his confusion.