go to The Killers shows
to see "sweaty, genetically perfect boys play rock music." Male
cewebrities go to The Killers shows to mate. The latter usually
(though we've heard stories) doesn't happen. Sometimes, however, in
the pre-show drinking festivities, things get a little out of hand.
Although we were informed that there would be hell to pay should we
show off any of our proof of these festivities, we're going to
anyway. It's the point of this site. Duh.
Let's get the cleavage-less ones out of the way first:
Eric Black Table
is a stud. We'd never really noticed it until last night, but that
guy can work it. And we mean work it. WORK IT. And he's not choosy
about silly things like skin color, breast size or gender. He's an
open-minded guy, and set out to mate at The Killers show, and though
we haven't gotten an official quote on whether or not that worked
out, we're betting it did. How could it not? Look at those eyes!
was surprisingly and awesomely unoffended by us calling him a "sycophantic
narcissist") and The Real Janelle both refused to allow us to write
in eyeliner on their chests or thighs or foreheads or breasts, but
we managed to get some back action out of them. Later, Krucoff
pulled us in a bathroom and tried to, um, sycophant us, but we just
told him, "dude, you're hot, but we like the ladies. Yeahhhhh." He
took it well.
The illustrious Lindsay. Please note: "illustrious" contains the
word "lust." Also, check out that cleave. Doesn't it make you just
want to nuzzle your computer screen?
Refill was all about the eyeliner. She begged for it. She didn't
pull us in any bathrooms, but we were definitely getting the vibe
off her. Aww, yeah.
OK, this one isn't a cewebrity, and apparently has no site, but
she was there, and somehow (thank you again, lord) we got to write
on her chest. Plus, don't tell me you don't love this picture. We
have a lot of her. We call her "Wife-beater" to her face, but behind
her back we call her "Holy shit!!!!" Any hot girl with a great body
who wears a wife beater with a black bra beneath has got our
Refill and Wife-beater. We all know what the new background on
your computer is. Don't lie.
Super secret uber-ceweb who we had to crop out and Lindsay, giving that
hot secret bod the big thumbs up.
The night went on like that until Eric and Krucoff left and the
rest of us broke out the booze and the coke until the night fell
into an eyeliner spawned orgy. Those pics, however, are for our
personal collection, and available only to the highest bidder.
Hope you had a good night!