Aubrey Evans Smokeshow In A Sexy Bikini To Pimp Bottled Water Brand

I’d give up a kidney just to trade places with Aubrey Evans’ surfboard for a day. If she held me the same way she holds that thing, I’d die the happiest man alive. Which I would be fine with. Because I’d just end up meeting that angel of a woman Aubrey again at her home in heaven. I need to know what’s in the water where she’s from. And is some of it harvested into the same bottle she brought along today? Because if it’s responsible for perfection like her, I may need a sip. Just enough to turn my tummy into something she’ll notice. I think it’s crazy that drinking six-packs doesn’t lead to the kind of six-pack stomach you’d imagine. Now I’m stuck with something that looks more like a keg. Go figure.