The perfectly formed Mary Elizabeth Winstead is doing the cover of Complex magazine this month, apparently attempting to add some sexual charge to suburban neighborhoods and succeeding at it beautifully. This looks a lot like where I live, actually. I think that exact same kind of mailbox is sitting just a few houses down from me. Where the hell was I when Liz was stretching out on the corner in super tight dresses? Sitting here writing articles about her, that's where I was. Actually, we never get anything like Liz around here. The best you can hope for is a bored housewife in yoga pants, walking her hairball dog. Much rather have the MEW spreading her awesome body out. I would never forget to pick up the mail.
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