When you're a saucy little tart, thumbing your nose at Jesus and constantly flouncing about in tiny scraps of houndstooth and bondage pants, an errant lady part is bound to eventually make a surprise appearance. Love, Angel, Music, Boobie.
We imagine that shortly before this picture (via the ever-lovin' TaxiDriverMovie.com) was taken, Gwen Stefani rang a tiny bell, summoning her manslave/unemployed husband Gavin Rossdale into the room to assess her outfit. After assuring her several times that, no dear, you don't look anything like Madonna circa Truth or Dare and please please don't hit me anymore I'll be good please please, Gav stealthily removed the double-sided tape from the right-hand boob cup of her bustier, thinking, "Force me to shine your shoes and organize your makeup drawer while you tour the world and make billions? Back in the '90s, I was a star, baby! A big star! I've got an MTV Video Award! I've got an American Music Award! I've got a machinehead and it's better than the rest! Let's see how the old bat responds to the old wardrobe malfunction!" Gavin's glee was short-lived, however, when a incensed quartet of identical Harajuku girls were sicced upon the Bush singer at Gwen's behest.
This Tit Is Bananas, B-A-N-A-N-A-S
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