Usually the words "Miranda Kerr" and "topless" in the same sentence are enough to get through the chicks at last call, but I really want to know what color parasol was covering the photographer and his white tiger cubs during this shoot, because you have to be really fucking gay to make Miranda Kerr look like a discontinued pleasure model replicant who escaped from a Mars colony. Look homo, I'm sure alien autopsies are fascinating, but if you could put down your bedazzled cigarette holder and giver her some eyebrows, I would appreciate it.
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