Ringing in '08 with Brookini

Thar she blows! A hump like a snowhill! It is Moby Duff! Kelly Brook spent New Year's doing what a Kelly Brook does best–wearing a bikini. Her jugg-gasmically boombastic figure crammed into those two storied hunks of Lycra blend, she breaches the surface of the ocean like the Hot Ness Monster, those twin globules of peachulous flesh awobble. Kelly Brook is so sublime and succulent that it appears she's even absorbed whatever looks her fiance, your friend Billy Zane, had going for him. Like Rogue from the X-Men, she osmoses the pretty mugs of those around her, becoming stronger and shinier and buxomer until her peers are nothing but giant ugly piles of puke. Or, in Billy Zane's case, an unfortunate mash-up of David Cross and late-in-life Syd Barrett.

See Ms. Brook in much less than this at MrSkin.com.