We prefer to remember Jennifer Garner as she once was. A fresh-faced, innocent young upstart, flat of abdomen and unsullied by the also-ran stench of Fleck. For our Monday morning nip slip, we travel back to a simpler time.
Garner's gut is not yet brimming with Affleckian fruit here, so we can assume that this is old stuff. But we haven't seen it, which makes it new. We only hope this isn't a clever fake, like the Paris ass pic of yore. We're sensitive and and high-strung, and any more breaches of nip-reality might just send us careening straight into heroin addiction.
And you can also see some more Jen at MrSkin.com, if you are so inclined.
Garner Gives Vintage Nip
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