Ladies' Night!

Yeah, I've been MIA for a bit, just a little stressed out, but I'll get into that later. Nothing major.

Y'all KNOW I wouldn't letcha down on WPN Wednesday! And, as promised, it time for the guys to feast their eyes!

Drink up, fellas! The more you drink, the better they look!
Until you wake up and gnaw your own arm off.




Either she's on her way to a Wet T-shirt Contest, or somebody needs to send Sweetlips here a Beige Bra.












The fact that she lists "erotica" and "sweat" among her turnons just really creeps me out.

And I didn't even touch on her passion for NASCAR.

Eeew, I just said "touch on her..." Somebody smack me.







Let's vote - is this a guy?

















Liza Minelli in a fat suit.
You're welcome.












There's just not much you can do with a Mullet and a Gross Underbite.

She kinda reminds me of Chewbacca. Check it.

I guess we could say she's WOOKIE PA NUB! HAHAHAHAHA!















"Looking for some one that loves life..."

And corn dogs.















Anybody else see Dwight Shrute's little sister?

Think of the money you'd save on a big screen TV - you can project movies on her forehead!















Bonnie Tyler has not aged well.

Turn around...
Oh Dear God! Turn BACK around!!

Nuthin I can say, Total Eclipse of the Heart.

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Ok, you're going to have to work with me a little bit here.

Remember the line in the cartoon version of How The Grinch Stole Christmas that goes "The Grinch got a Wonderful, AWFUL Idea" ? And then he smiles an evil, toothy sneer?




Imagine Marsha in green makeup.

Or, if it's easier for you, imagine The Grinch with crimped hair.











She's "looking to meat new friends...and maybe moor on cam."

Way to give us Horny Housewives a bad name. Thanks a lot, freak.












Beverly likes Swap Meets, Garage Sales and Anal Sex.

(Are you shuddering along with me at home??)

Edit - my bad, she doesn't care for anal sex. Sorry, guys. She lists herself as a female, but I'm not 100% certain that those nasty blue pooka shells aren't hiding an Adam's apple the size of Nevada.

Oooh, I can't even WAIT to see what Google searches hit me now.







Finally, I would like to wish my beloved husband R a Happy Anniversary! With every year that goes by (this is #9), we're pretty sure somebody loses a bet.

Thank you, R, for taking me off the market. I'm so glad I don't have to compete with this bevy of beauties anymore!