Reese Witherspoon is Braless

Ya’ll know I love Reese Witherspoon, especially when she hugs up on Jennifer Aniston with the boobies and the pokies all squished together – yum! So don’t take this the wrong way. I’m just commenting because I know her like a sister and lover her like a dirty habit. The smartest thing my girl Reece did was to grow those bangs out and cover up her pointy forehead.

Now, you and I both know that pointy forehead is still under there. I realize she would wake up next to me, and I was caress her angelic face, and I would whisk her hair out of her eyes so I could kiss her despite the funky morning breath, and BAM there the forehead would be. Not any different really than the skinny girl you dated in high school who would stuff her bra with kleenex and would make everybody think – Crikey, girl has some cleavage, gotta get me some. But when you got up in there, the kleenex would fall out and the girls would deflate. Absolutely nothing wrong with that, you love her just the same right? Just a little self-improvement. I mean, girls who wear makeup and cover up the blemishes ain’t being deceptive, they just want to look sexy for me, er I mean us right?

Now I would’ve been willing to swear on a stack of sticky VHS tapes I had a post a few years (decades?) ago about Reese on the beach doing some swinging with her pokies going crazy. I looked high and low, and all over the bralessblogosphere, and I finally found the post I remembered. It was for Anna Paquin of all people. I’m getting old and senile, can’t even remember my nips any more.

I’m digging her in this low-cut purple dress. She looks so serious. It looks a bit candid, and yet the way the bottom of her dress is staged you kind of have to wonder. Her boobies look so yummy here!