Thanks to a hacker, who could get more time in the chokey than most rapists, ScarJo’s titty knobs are just a Google search away from landing on your eyeballs and she pretty much shrugs off their existence to Vanity Fair while sticking a gold star on her cell phone pose skills. Yes, you know ScarJo had Ty Ty Baby in her head as she tried to smile with her nipple holes (smipping?) and work those angles. You also know that Ty Ty is probably going to do a ridiculous naked celebrity cell phone photo shoot based on ScarJo’s comments.
“I know my best angles,” she says with her trademark insouciance. “They were sent to my husband,” now ex Ryan Reynolds. “There’s nothing wrong with that. It’s not like I was shooting a porno.” She adds saucily, “Although there’s nothing wrong with that either.”
While I give ScarJo a few spare points for sort of taking the Cassie route by saying in so many words “It’s just a titty!,” I need her to stop with that “best angle” shit. Bitch, your best angle should be the one that clearly gives us a shot of Ryan Reynolds’ fully erect dick game. Seriously. If ScarJo gave Ryan the gift of her texted titty, then I’m sure he returned the favor by slapping a dick pic on her cell phone screen. “Where are those pictures?,” said a million slobbering genitals.
Either the hacker is not an equal opportunity pic stealer and is prejudiced against celebrity man dick, or ScarJo deleted Ryan’s pics but kept hers on her phone. The next time a celebrity (not Sean Penn) sends a peen portrait to ScarJo and her finger hovers over the delete button, I really hope she thinks about the possibility of a hacker hacking into her phone and leaking said peen portrait onto the Internet for all of us to see. If she deletes that pic, she’s keeping the public-at-large from getting some celebrity dick in their lonely lives. Think about this, ScarJo! Stop being so selfish!
And yes, don’t worry, I’m taking my tray to the dark part of the cafeteria to sit with the other pervs.