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Anna Nicole's Nasty Implant Flash; Only In California



After Janet Jackson's chesty adventures with Justin Timberlake, you had to know that it was only a matter of time before someone else followed suit. Gee what a shocker that it would be Anna Nicole Smith. No one could have ever seen this one coming. Please not sarcasm duly. Thank you.

At the weekend, model and actress Anna Nicole Smith picked up Janet Jackson left off, suffering what is now known as a 'wardrobe malfunction'. Janet and Justin still claim that their precedent setting incident was an "accident" despite lyrics that coincidentally match the malfunction. Odd.

The 36-year-old former Playboy Playmate, Anna that is, exposed her left breast while presenting an award in front of 1,000 VIP guests at a computer game awards show in Los Angeles.

The slip came days after the model - who two years ago inherited her late husband's 48 million dollar fortune - posed nude for a fashion magazine to quash rumors that she had surgery to lose about 80lb in weight. Either that or she is just the same old tacky exhibitionist looking to crowd back into the limelight and desperately seeking attention wherever she can get it.

The award show, G-Phoria, was hosted by Carmen Electra and husband Dave Navarro, possibly one of the greatest guitarists of all time, from the rock band Jane's Addiction. Janet Jackson caused uproar when she bared her breast on live TV at the Super Bowl final in February which ultimately cost CBS $550,000 recently in FCC fines. The FCC is run by Michael Powell, son of Colin Powell, who licks President Un-Elect Bush's feet like a lapdog.

I can't quite put my finger on why, but every time I hear her speaking blood comes out of my ears.

Those are some fucked up bolt-ons.

Funny site about Anna.

My Love Affair with Anna Nicole Smith

Mr. Trull is hilarious, a quote from his site:

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I like fat chicks.

Heavyset gals. Full-figured women. Big-boned babes. Zaftig honeys. Pleasingly plump princesses. Lasses with big asses. I love 'em, I love 'em, God help me, I can't get enough of 'em! There is a name for men like me, and that name is called "fat admirer," or F.A. for short.

As you might guess, the life of an F.A. can be a bitter hell. The fashionable female body shape dictated by our demented society has been a horrific curse and burden upon me since I entered puberty. What a cruel fate to be born an F.A. in this misguided age when women with two-digit weights are considered the epitome of beauty. Everywhere I look, these scrawny, malnourished little girls -- and I choose that word deliberately because they look like girls instead of full-grown women -- are presented as the ultimate standard of female perfection. But bone-thin women just don't do a thing for me.

It really is kind of like being gay, I guess. I know what it's like to have the world wrongly assume what my sexual tastes are, and how it feels to have my desires make me an outcast. But gay people at least have the advantage of our culture largely agreeing with them about what sorts of individuals are physically attractive, whichever gender that may involve. The women I find attractive are deemed the antithesis of beauty, treated like malformed beasts that society must ridicule, ignore and eliminate.

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