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Daily Intel has a slideshow of Blake Lively’s Breast Looks, thus confirming that I’m not the only one who thinks about these things. From the post:

…she appeared on the red carpet of her new movie The Private Lives of Pippa Lee wearing a tiny white jacket and absolutely no shirt. Regarding her bisque-colored, seemingly nippleless boobs, rounding like Barbie’s out of her tiny jacket, we realized we’d seen those things before. Many, many times.

Slideshow at NYMag: Daily Intel

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You know how a lot of adolescent girls have this sublimated sexual thing for horses? And you know how there’s no real equivalent for young boys?

Fixed.

I have nothing further to add. A+!

Dealbreaker: Your Meaningful Lyrics

Look, I get it. I went through a time when I thought Brand New had some really great lyrics. And there was that awkward phase in college when that one girl who played guitar and smoked cloves broke up with me after I finished a semester of Contemporary Poetry and I thought that I was going to lead the next wave of literary criticism by writing epic term papers on the words and works of Ben Gibbard, but come on - there really is a significant, overarching theme between everything on Give Up and Transatlanticism. He’s like an auteur, but with words. What? No, I don’t know anyone named Seth Cohen. Yeah ok, I wrote some lyrics down in a little moleskine notebook I carried around in the inside pocket of the blazer I wore all the time. Once, I even used some Flaming Lips lyrics as my away message, but I didn’t put the name of the band and I kind of felt guilty about it later so I just changed my status to “woof.”

But seriously, we’re gonna need to have a talk about your favorite quote on myspace. Actually, we’re gonna need to have a talk about you being on myspace in general. Oh and your alphabetical listing of every band from your iTunes collection in the “Music” section on facebook doesn’t make you seem like Nick Hornby, it makes you seem like an asshole.  Nor do I want to take your Music Compatibility Quiz. And no, I don’t like your new tattoo. I burned that album onto CD-R for you so we could listen to it when it rained and when we were hungover and stuff, not so you could ink it under your skin in a typewriter-like font dangerously close to your sideboob. So no, I’m not going to make a Mountain Goats b-sides mix for you just because you saw John Darnielle on The Colbert Report. But yeah, I’m gonna need a ride home - I’m pretty sure I left my copy of Funeral in your car.

(photo via: fuckyeahtattoos)

Girls with tattoos are really just like me. Except I think really hard about whether that Cat Power track from You Are Free should go after Townes Van Zandt on the mixtape because they’re both kind of the same genre and hey, I see what you did there - or after TV on the Radio because He War kind of reminds you of Wolf Like Me because of that time that other girl put them on back to back on her iPod - Wait no that won’t work.

Instead of that entire train of thought, she just went out and got a tattoo of a cupcake in her armpit, because fuck it, who cares?

photo via: fuckyeahladyboner

In my unauthorized sequel to Fight Club, the economic collapse was much more romantic. Sure, Tyler Durden just wanted to stalk deer down an overgrown 5th Avenue, but really after the fall of every major financial institution I’d much rather be running around the forest naked with a lion and a classic Jane Fonda-type.

(photo via: lynchaleech: magicspells)

Sideboob in Frames: Forrest Gump (1994) - Rating: PG:13

Sideboob’s Gossip Girl Report: Despite the fact that Serena spent the whole episode either drunk or talking to Rufus, she managed to wear exactly zero compromising outfits. Why must Georgina insist on tormenting us with that middle school Bratz doll face? And if the “scenes from the next…” are to be believed, Dan’s wasting his newfound cool-writer-status on that muppet from church camp too.

Episode Sideboob Rating: C- (While sideboob was present in this episode, it was not developed enough to form a cohesive argument. Would like to see some improvement.)

A friend of mine is an art director for an artsy magazine and still has in his possession a comedically large, 1 liter bottle of Aqua Di Gio that was used for a photo shoot. Unlike movie sets where bottles of whiskey are filled with iced tea and actors are instructed to down rather large glasses of the stuff while making only the slightest of grimaces for the camera, apparently in fashion shoots they fill the bottles with actual cologne. This means my friend has about 0.995 liters of Aqua Di Gio left in the bottle.

So what’s the point here?

You could spray cologne around the photo shoot all day and not a single person is going to make a scene. (unless of course you accidentally sprayed someone in the eye.)

But, if you were beside a pool with a liter of Woodford Reserve - well, then you’d have a party.

(Photo via: nedhepburn [thanks, Ned])

Sometimes you just have to choose sides. Even though you put up that tough-as-sharkskin facade and you’re really more of a dog person, sometimes you just have admit that somewhere deep down there you kind of like cats.

Photo via: angrylambie1