Susan Sarandon goes to hell
Well, I’m sure she eventually will, along with a lot of others. But her body is not taking her age lightly, unfortunately. Yes, I know, she’s a moonbat- but she’s done some fine film over the years, bite me. Anyway, I saw this commmercial the other day, and she’s walking around in this black sweater, and I swear to god, her tits are sticking out from under her ribcage. Good lord, woman. That kind of money, resources, buy a goddamned sports bra.
Along the same line, I saw a picture of Babs “The Nose” Streisand recently. It made me want to claw out my own eyes and purify the bleeding sockets with lye.
gaaack !
Perhaps if you had to wear one, you’d understand why she and I and millions of other women choose not to. Bras are uncomfortable at best and painful for many.
Our version of going commando, I guess.
swmbo
I’m not really a breast expert, and I certainly don’t have a degree in breastology. I do however consider myself a fan of the breast, and also enjoy them as a hobby.
kind of like beer, but different.
I seem to recall that Sarandon’s early claim on fame came from appearing topless in Pretty Baby, the Louis Malle film about life in a French whorehouse in New Orleans. The reviewer in Playboy wrote something like, “And Sarandon powdered her perfect breasts.”
Which leads to… As YOU (Og) know, and some of your readers might, we at BTB offer faint praise to Hollywood types who voice witless assertions about matters too deep for their poor little brains — on the theory that if you can’t say something nice, lie — and with the understanding that frequently all these people have going for them is their looks — we like to offer in encouragment the compliment, “Nice tits.”
And although the phrase was first offered publicly in praise of Cheryl Crow’s “War is not the answer” T-shirt, it was originally coined in honor of La Sarandon.
Nice tits, Susie.
M