When people ask me if I'm an ass man or a tit man, I kindly point out the fact that I'm a man who respects women beyond their physical traits. It's not about breasts or bottoms, but the level of respect that they show for themselves. That's the kind of man I am. Then I respond, "But, tits, though." There's just something about breasts that make me jump up and down and squeal like a neglected teenage girl at a Justin Bieber concert. I can't help myself. That's not to say booties don't have their own staying power. They're wonderful and, while they can be a little smelly at times, are just as bouncy and lovely. They're basically apples and oranges, I suppose, but today has me reconsidering my own virtues. Check out this lovely thing belonging to Salma Hayek. While we got a decent peek at the front yesterday (of course he'd find a way to post a link to his own article), Salma gives us a great view from the back (I suppose it's the wind that gave us this wonderful sight, but, you know what I mean) on the set of HOW TO MAKE LOVE LIKE AN ENGLISHMAN, which again, looks to be the hit of the year when it finally makes its way to theaters. Anyway, I won't keep you much longer. Go, my friends. Go and feast your eyes like a bunch of boys waiting at the bottom of an escalator and looking up.
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