Before this year, it was damn hard to catch a good glimpse of female celebrities’ lady parts. Skirts, dresses, pants, and of course, underwear had stifled my efforts to sneak a peek at some bush. No amount of talking to my computer screen, coaxing and begging in my sweet-as-sugar voice could get them out of hiding. (“Aww, c’mon, just a little a peak for Big Al. Pleeeeeease.”) Well, in recent months, young Hollywood has answered my prayers, and the fur–or lack thereof–has been flying. Lips have swayed proudly and freely in the wind, like so many confederate flags along a Georgia country road, and for Big Al it’s been just like Christmas.
So last night, with visions of sugar plums and baby-makers dancing in my head, I had a dream. I dreamed-up the salaciously unholy marriage of my two favorite pastimes: ultimate fighting and […]
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