This blog is not affiliated in any way with Cindy Crawford. Even if she is its de facto inspiration. It's also not affiliated in any way with Hayden Panettiere, who's earned joint top billing on this blog because she makes me happy. And that ain't easy.
Friday, August 04, 2006
These pictures of Cindy in St. Tropez are disgusting.
Mainly because I'm not in them. I have to admit it's surprising to see Cindy carrying on like this; and yet, she looks like she's having fun. (Although when you remember the breast-signing incident, it suggests that she's got a wicked side to her. Which is certainly preferable to her being an all-out skank, right?)
If the stories about her husband cheating on her are true, he is a fool. A fool. Compare Cindy (40, two kids) to Kate Moss (30s, one kid)... and Cindy doesn't shovel coke/powdered sugar up her nostrils. Cindy Crawford continues to rule. (Title contains link to pictures just in case those damn red Xs show up.)
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