Okay, we've already kind of spoken our peace about the celebration of the musical arts b.s. that the American Music Awards and all music award shows claim to be. And, no, we're not music snobs, because half of this craptastic pop music we actually like, but when we listen to it, we know it's the Doritos chips equivalent of audio excellence. It's junk food for the ears. But when Uncle John is in town from Humboldt County, oh, how we crave that junk food.
In contrast, what we do take quite seriously is the bevy of beauties these award shows bring out; divas of all shapes, sizes, backgrounds, origins, and auto-tuned pre-recorded levels that share one thing in common -- we want very badly to make the sexy with them backstage in a closet.
This year's American Music Awards awards for noteworthy excellence in the area of wood making included Selena Gomez, who really stole the show tonight, despite theĀ omnipresenceĀ of her 90-lbs of goof tied to her arm, Katy Perry, who has now not shown us her boobs for four full years, Taylor Swift, who still always looks like she's trying to see into the Close Encounters alien ship when the doors open up and the aliens descend (but we still want to make many babies with her), Jennifer Lopez who put on a 40-something body show for the ages, Christina Aguilera, who has seen some hard times, but bonus points for bringing the cleavetastic, Jennifer Hudson and her new bodacious body, Albanian import Bleona Qereti who dropped some silly amounts of boobtastic, ever hot Vanessa Minillo, and non-singers Sarah Hyland and Audrina Patridge who just rev our engines in entirely different ways.
Not a bad showing, AMA's, at least in the area of the visual arts. Enjoy.
Audrina Patridge Takes Her Wicked Hot Body for an Ocean Front Jog
No matter what you can say about Audrina Patridge and her porridge brain, I will say back to you, yeah, but just check out that body.
For all the silliness of her craptastic reality show, and all her previous parts involving bubble-headed inanity of The Hills persuasion, you can never take from Audrina that rock hot body of hers. It's downright upright in its inducement of passionate feelings for gentleman oglers of all ages. And a body like that doesn't come easy. Oh, no, trust me, I've read books on this subject. Audrina has to work that booty and tummy and bosomy boobtastic, and she has to do so outdoors, and in very little or very tight clothing, because that's a recipe for success.
In her little purple sports bra and black leggings, Audrina took to the bike path of the South Bay of Los Angeles yesterday to put a little sweat into her most obviously redeemable assets. Every time Audrina bent over to tie her shoes, three seagulls fell dead to the pavement from sheer exhaustion. Yep, that hot. Enjoy.
REMEMBER WHEN WE FELL IN LUST WITH AUDRINA AND HER HOT MOM?