Mischa Barton's nothin' but a cracker.

You heard us.


After the cut: hold your breath, stuff your hair into a cap covered in plastic novelty flowers, and take the Nestea plunge deep into the musky cleft between Mischa's cheeks.

Remember this entry, from back in May? Mischa, the black pants, bending over? Remember? Of course you do. The image haunts your dreams like a siren's song wailing, "craaaaaaack! Craaaack!" Now, far be it from us to razz a celebrity for being thrifty and recycling outfits, but if your b-hole trail was broadcast over the internets for all to ogle, wouldn't you want to look into a higher rise pant?



Dunno, perhaps she's taking the whole dog obsession thing on step further, not only kissing her dog on the mouth but allowing it to greet her by sniffing her crack. At any rate, due to the magic of the digital age, X17 has a pleasant video, where you can see the crack in motion. Unfortunately, said crack is next to Cisco Adler. On the other hand, "Cisco" sounds like "Crisco", and Crisco next to an ass is comedy gold!

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