CHICH…Oh, I Don’t Even Have To Finish That
A little while ago some don’t know bitch who shall rename nameless (KATHY!!!) IMed me and asked me why I was so obsessed with magnificent chichis. This ho just doesn’t know. I’m gayer than a glitter storm in a disco roller rink, but that doesn’t mean I can’t appreciate a beautiful pair of breastes. I mean, it’s not like I want to teabag Salma Hayek’s chichis or fuck my no-no with one of her nipples. NO! I just want to place a little doily on each of them and then serve her tinted water in miniature teacups. Afterwards, I’ll lay my head on one of them and she can brush my hair while her chichis hum La Leche song in my ear. That is all! Gays and titties can be best friends! I swear, some bitches.
Anyways, here’s one of the reigning ladies of chichis Salma Hayek at the NYC premiere of Grown-Ups with some of her co-stars and a few bitches who don’t belong at the opening of a toilet bowl let alone the opening of a movie. You decide who I’m talking about. In order: Chris Rock, David Spade, Maria Bello, Adam Sandler, Salma, Snooks, JWoww, that King of Queens dude, and an escapee from the nearest mental ward.