I couldn’t find high-res pictures of Christina Hendricks at the Emmys when I was doing my photo gallery this morning, and so I figured, “That’s okay, I’ll do one later today.” But then I did a couple more posts about the Emmys and I got tired of it really quickly, and WWTDD put up a gallery of Christina, so I figured “what’s the point?”
I’ll tell you the point. The point is TITS, ladies and gentlemen. This blog has certain foundations, certain bedrock principles it will always uphold — and one of those cornerstones is magnificent bounty of Christina Hendricks’s rack (the others are cats playing musical instruments and dogs in sunglasses). This gallery had to be done. For the historical record. For my personal pride. For my throbbing boner.
SIDE NOTE: this may be the closest I get to writing about “Mad Men” today, so please feel free to write your thoughts about last night’s episode in the comments. I, for one, think that every office should have a riding lawnmower.
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I can’t believe she’s getting married to that stoner guy from Super Troopers.
Yeah, it is outright illegal that the fucking pyramid scheme guy from Garden State gets to lay that.
I can’t believe they introduced that British dude and were so quick to “kill” him off. It would’ve been interesting to see how Don would act having some young brit bossing him around. also, I was definitely confused by the whole conversation with the Hilton guy. What exactly was he expecting from Don?
You just disappointed thousands of Google image searchers with the title of this post.
“I was doing my photo gallery this morning,”
Now I’m doing your photo gallery.
Yes, please.
Can someone please explain to me how she decided that she wanted her future kids to look like her loser of a fiance? You know she’s thought about it and basically is OK with it.
Whatever he’s paying her, I’ll double…no triple it! She must be mine…muuuhahahahahahaha
Chrebet – In regard to Don’s conversation with Paris Hilton’s Great-Grandfather, I think he was just looking to be impressed. But the reason Don was there was because when they first met (My Old Kentucky Home), Don wasn’t selling, he was just himself. So Mr. Hilton wanted to give Don a little test just to make sure the ad-man was worth his mettle, as he was considering becoming a client. In turn, Don, who at that time was feeling dashed because the London opportunity appeared to fall through, had to gather himself and land this big fish.
Is her head on backwards?
I’ll be honest, I was rooting for Draper to bang the shit out of Joan next to that old school Dr. Pepper machine in the hospital. Kiss on the cheek? How about a kiss on the pecker.
I would fuck that chick till the bed breaks…then buy a new bed, send in the warranty, wait for the sale price to go down, get a price adjustment, deduct the bed’s purchase from my tax return, file the receipt, then fuck her again.
Ho Lee Shit. If we could clone her, there would be no wars.
Before I die, I want to see Christina dressed as Mai Shiranui.