Dear Tom Cruise:
You can beat our Brooke Shields, put her down, mock her, kick her in the shins, give her an Indian burn and an atomic wedgie, take away her Zoloft, and surreptitiously hook her up to an e-meter, but she's still going to don a see-through dress and show us her impossibly pert post-baby nipples, because she's hot shit on a silver platter and YOU, Tom Cruise, are cold diarrhea on Chinette.
From Pink Is the New Blog comes this vaguely non-work safe photo of Suddenly Susan succumbing to the uncompromising eye of flash photography. Even stroke-eyed Liza Minnelli next to her looks as filled with wonder as a child on Christmas morn, reaching out a trembling, gnarled, Percocet-enfeebled hand towards Brooke's terrifyingly perfect knobs.
Look, Brooke! At MrSkin.com.
Brooke Shields Her Nips from View . . . and Fails
Previous post: Evangeline Lilly in "Pee and Poop and Drool, Oh My!"
Next post: The Lohan: No Bad Deed Goes Unpunished
