Genevieve 2.0.... Didn't need 1.0, and we sure as hell don't need 2.0

 

like i said before..YES and her amazing booty

her drawing of Titti is awesome

 

YAAAAAAAS STEPH YAAAAASSS!  who cares about the haters she's the best casting call so far!  I hope she's in!  booty everywhere! 

In for Zaina cause she's not blonde and not white

 

Out for the generic blonde x whatever amount of fucking stupid amount of blondes now

4 hours ago, Prettyphile said:

Genevieve 2.0.... Didn't need 1.0, and we sure as hell don't need 2.0

 

 

 

+1

17 minutes ago, Clauds said:

 

 

+1

agree

And the new cover girl is......

 

PICTURE EXCLUSIVE: Leonardo DiCaprio, 41, confirms romance with model Nina Agdal, 24, as he puts on a very steamy display with bikini-clad blonde on Malibu beach

 

Leo...

 

I respect the hustle. She's just doing what she needs to do to secure a solo cover.

^^^

 

He's so gross imo

 

^Agreed. This revolving door of identical women half his age is ridiculous.  

But is it all Leo's fault? These girls know his history and knows what they're getting into. They probably enjoy the inrease of IG followers they get from dating him. 

But of course, Leo will keep pushing it, even if he runs into, say, Tay, Romee, girls that are quarter his age   I wouldnt put it past him

Nina was already suspicious to me since she had gone on vacation to Mexico with another known modelizer Adam Levine.

Reiterating; he's so gross Nina your taste in men sucks fucking dick... but not in the good sucking way.... in the using teeth kind of way.

27 minutes ago, RIP_Cabrini_Green said:

But is it all Leo's fault? These girls know his history and knows what they're getting into. They probably enjoy the inrease of IG followers they get from dating him. 

Yes yes it is...

 

Dirty Rocker Boys by Bobbie Brown aka the Cherry Pie girl

Contains sexual themes, click at your own risk.

Get your milk Leo, get your Milk..

 

Spoiler

 

On 6/24/2015 at 11:23 AM, phenobarbie said:

So I came across this while reading a book recently and I thought you might all like to have it.
The book is called "Dirty Rocker Boys - by Bobbi Brown"

Quote

Who better to confide in about my problems than a wide-eyed actor named Leonardo DiCaprio, who had about as much life experience as a Care Bear? “Thing is,” I told him as we chatted at the club, “if you’re not grown-up enough to deal with their ‘musician issues,’ then rock star lovers can send a girl down some very dark and dangerous rabbit holes. You know what I mean?”
Leo did not know what I meant. We were in the VIP lounge at Grand Ville, and he was looking at me like I was insane. I was insane, kind of. The stress of being married to one rock star (Jani Lane), engaged to another (Tommy Lee), and then jilted thanks to my professional rival (Pamela Anderson) had taken a toll. I was tired, jaded, defeated. The speed was playing tricks on my sanity, and my behavior had grown notoriously unpredictable. But how could Leo possibly understand? He was so fresh and upbeat. He looked like he should be drinking milk, not martinis.
For years Leo had been dancing up to me at the clubs, saying how he wanted to make me his girlfriend. I smiled and patted him on the head. How cute. I was seven years his senior and felt like his grandma. I’d never been someone’s G.I.L.F. before. “Do you think it’s too Harold and Maude if I do it with Leo?” I asked Sharise Neil, ex-wife of Mötley Crüe’s Vince Neil, and my sister in pleasure seeking. Sharise raised an eyebrow and shrugged. At least baby-faced Leo had a grown-up career, I thought. The Basketball Diaries, his breakthrough movie, had come out that year, and he was about to star in Baz Luhrmann’s Romeo + Juliet. If I hooked up with Leo, who was younger, cuter, and about to be more famous than Tommy Lee, it would hit Tommy right in the ballsack.
This time, when Leo came dancing up to me, I played along. “Call me, I dare you.” My inner G.I.L.F. was ready to party.
UNICORNS AND UNIBROWS
I opened my front door, and there he was, wide face, cornflower-blue eyes, big smile. Leo’s hair was pulled back in barrettes and he was wearing a headband. He looked pretty, like a ballerina. I invited him in. “Can I put on some music?” he asked, waving a CD in the air.
“Sure.”

Don’t go chasing waterfalls.
Please stick to the rivers and the lakes that you’re used to.

Leo sat on the floor, eyes closed, singing along. I recognized the song, by that R & B girl band TLC. It was all over the radio. I stood there for a while, watching Leo sing along, wondering what to do next, and what conversation there was to make. There was none. Pokémon? New Kids on the Block? College? “Let’s go to the bedroom.” I said. Leo nodded.
My bed was big and tall, and you had to climb up a small ladder to get to it. “You want to get up there with me, Leo?”
“Okay!”
We started kissing. I pulled his T-shirt over his head, leaving the barrettes in his hair. I unbuttoned his jeans and tugged down on his boxers. What I saw made me gasp. It made no sense. The kid put Tommy Lee to shame. “Wow, Leo, I wasn’t expecting that.” Next to his slim body, his assets were startlingly huge. “Wait, let me turn the light on,” I said. “I’ve got to see this properly.” Yup, even under closer inspection, Leonardo DiCaprio’s crotch was on steroids. I couldn’t take my eyes off it. Ha, wait till Tommy “I’ve got the biggest dick in Hollywood” hears about this, I thought.
“So, Bobbie, do you have any diseases?”
Oh.
The question dropped like ice water on my head. I hadn’t really thought about it. I’d come of age on the Sunset Strip, which was basically a glorified STD factory. No one in the rock scene wore condoms. No one. Had I been tested? Of course not. Nothing seemed too diseased down there, but I hadn’t thought to ask a doctor to check me out. On the Strip, when it came to bodily juices, sharing was caring.
“Also, Bobbie, what about gonorrhea? Have you been tested for that? And when you suck my dick, can you do it with a condom on?” Gah, he’s so PC, I thought.
Truth be told, I could hardly blame Leo for feeling the safe-sex vibe with me. Tommy Lee was one of the biggest man-whore stripper chasers on the Strip. But I had never sucked anyone’s wiener with a condom on it before. Oh well, first time for everything.
Leo rolled a rubber on, lay back, and closed his eyes. My cue to get started. I kissed his belly and drew him close to me. I began to lick and kiss his gargantuan penis. I tried to put it in my mouth. I could barely breathe. My jaw locked; my eyeballs bulged. So I went back to licking it. Unfortunately, the latex tasted like the inside of a balloon, bitter, reminiscent of trips to the dentist. I rode my tongue up and down, trying to ignore the acrid taste, but after a few minutes, I had to stop. The flavor, along with his spectacular girthyness, was making me gag.
“Leo, I’m sorry but this condom tastes terrible. I don’t think I can do it.” Leo pulled me down next to him and kissed me sweetly. “You’re right, that does taste kinda funny.” I pulled him on top of me. His eyes stayed open, gazing into mine. His brow furrowed a little as he eased himself into me. I inhaled sharply—he was . . . titanic.
“Wow, Leo, that’s nice, really nice.” Waves of satisfaction rippled through my body. I pulled Leo deeper into me, as deep as he could go. Revenge was sweeter than I could have imagined. If only Tommy Lee could see me now.
“Wait. Wait a second. Don’t move, Bobbie,” whispered Leo.
“What’s wrong?”
“We need to slow down.”
“Um, okay.”
We were about one minute into the lovemaking. I waited a few beats. I pulled him close again and he squeaked.
“No, no, not yet.”
I looked at Leo’s perfect face as he grimaced, hoping to make it past the two-minute mark. He was a unicorn. Rare, innocent, and horny. Me, on the other hand, I’d been engaged, married, and had given birth. I needed a man, not a man-child.
Ah what’s the point?
“I’m going to get a drink,” I said, pushing him off me, climbing down out of the bed, throwing on a T-shirt. I was mad at him, mad at the whole world. The speed was making me antsy, bitchy, and annoyed with the handsome young golden boy for making me feel like a pedophile. Heading down the stairs, I yelled over my shoulder. “Maybe you should take your socks off next time.” Leo seemed confused. “Okay . . . can you make me a drink too?”
“How about a glass of milk?”
I went downstairs and hung out by myself, watching TV. I just wanted him gone. “Bobbie? Are you coming back?” I heard him call from my bedroom.
“Nah.”
Leo, at his tender age, had yet to learn how to recognize damaged goods. How was he to know he was just one in a series of revenge fucks? A little confused by my behavior, Leo got up, got dressed, and left.
A few months later, I did an interview on the radio in which I mentioned Leo’s extraordinary penis. Leo, apparently, didn’t see the funny side. He sent his best friend Kevin Connolly, who you might have seen on Entourage and in the movie He’s Just Not That Into You, over to talk to me. Kevin was a mutual friend of ours who I talked to on the phone occasionally, and who had also asked me out a few times. Today, though, he was visiting on “official business.”
“Yeah, so Leo heard about that interview you did,” said Kevin. “He’s really pissed off that you would talk about something personal on-air.”
“I’m sorry,” I said, stifling my laughter. I couldn’t imagine Tommy ever getting mad about the world knowing what a huge penis he has. But then, Leo wasn’t a cock-rock musician. For all his playfulness, he was a serious kid. I never heard from him again. Which was fine by me.

 

 

 

WTF i just read