Huh. It doesn't look like Avril Lavigne is too terribly pregnant here. It does, however, look like she's smuggling some surprisingly globular and impressively sizeable blammos inside that bikini of hers. And the paint-on hair streaks that perfectly match the swimwear? Genius. Simply genius. Giant breasts, pink hair stripes, scanty togs. Cut off Avril's nose and make her head swell a little and it's like you're watching the Bratz movie. Taking an attractive, famous, barely-clad young lady and turning it around to talk about toys for prepubescent girls. That's why they call us "The Sexymaker". Actually, they call us "Chief Drinks-Own-Urine" but that's more of a formal title. You know, for meetings with heads of state and such and such.
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