There are certain philosophical questions that dwell in nearly every human's mind. What is the meaning of life? Why am I here? What killed the dinosaurs? If a tree falls in the woods etc.? If Heidi Klum is not wearing a shirt but has a thin wash of paint sprinkled over her boobs, does that mean she's naked? Adopt the pose of Rodin's The Thinker and ponder this after the cut. Ponder it while touching yourself where you urinate.
Did a second grader get hired to paint Heidi Klum's tits? What's with the stick figures and the "hell tastic"? Those are some of the greatest breasts of our generation. You don't go tagging them with bullshit like that. If Heidi had procured our services, we would have gotten the job done right, gently painting those things with skilled, beautiful, real art. Like a reproduction of Monet's Waterlilies or Van Gogh's Starry Night, over which we would airbrush a ninja fighting Tony Montana on the hood of a Hum-V.
P.S. ass!!!
Klum gets naked for real at MrSkin.com.
