Kelly Brook doesn't need to ask for my attention. That just happens like an instinct. One moment I'm doing something else and then Kelly appears and all that other shit just stops, so that I might give her every bit of my attention. Good thing the folks over at Cosmo put her in their magazine, because I'm probably not the only one who gives everyone's favorite buxom Brit their complete and utter devotion at all times. Just a little something wonderful to appreciate while waiting in line at the grocery store, and also a good distraction from that pint of Schwetty Balls ice cream you've been walking past over and over for the last 20 minutes, trying to find a good reason not to pick up and devour immediately. Go devour Kelly instead. Much healthier.
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Sweet
Om, nom, nom, nom