(And, yes, that is a surprise guest appearance from Alessandra Ambrosio.)
As you may recall, Lithuanian sextastic model Edita Vilkeviciute has agreed to be my wife in one of the happiest days of my life. She hasn't accepted so much formally, or in writing, or face to face verbal communications, or by way of telephone or text, but rather with the looks in her eyes, her casual glances through the photographic lenses, and the obviously coquettish manner in which she keeps referring my endearing letters to Interpol. It's pretty much a solid 'yes' from all indications. She'll be wearing white, I'll be wearing protection. That's just how I roll on wedding day.
The future former Mrs. Egotastic! continued her uber-hotness display in her latest swimsuit shoot for Victoria's Secret, where the long, lean, lanky blonde puts every inch of her ridiculously sextastic form to work in pimping out some swimsuits she'll obviously be taking along on our honeymoon, as if we'll be leaving the room.
It's not just that women as hot as Edita inspire men to greatness, it's that they thrust great fleshy hotness upon you. Enjoy.
My Future Wife Edita Vilkeviciute Can’t Seem To Keep Her Clothes On, Even in Vogue
Look, I'm not one to complain about supermodels flashing their funbags for the camera. But after Edita Vilkeviciute and I are betrothed and start straight away toward populating this planet with our half-hot genes, half-warm-beer-and-beef-jerky genes, I'm going to have to insist she quit exposing her hot self as she does in the March edition of Vogue Spain.
It's not so much that I get jealous, I just really think the entire world does not need to see where I'm eating my peas and carrots. Even the perverted require some decorum. Enjoy.
WE ARE GOING TO BE SO HAPPY TOGETHER, EVEN AFTER THE DRUGS WEAR OFF