These are pictures of model Karolina Kurkova, and all sorts of celebrity sites are BASHING her for putting on too much weight.
Now, maybe it’s because we mockers ate a lunch today so massive that I feel like I have ingested 12 bricks, and so I’ve got more sympathy than usual, but I do not see fatness in these photos.
I do see a bathing suit that might be a thread or two too small though. It’s a sad sad world indeed, when someone this hot gets skewered by so many bitchy bloggers. I like to mock and snark with the best of them, but JEEZ.
So anyway, back to the massive lunch we had. The mockers drove me an hour out of town to go to my most favorite restaurant ever, Hacienda, which is this totally awesome mexican place that makes incomparable salsa. They took time off of work, especially for my birthday, to join me in a Hacienda afternoon fiesta. And I singlehandedly - and I am not making this up - consumed three baskets of chips. And that was just my appetizer. I ate a full chimichanga, and then some ridiculous chocolatey sugary M&M concoction for dessert, plus a few margaritas. This was SIX HOURS AGO, and I still feel like I could explode. It’s like my stomach doesn’t know how to handle this magnitude of food. If my stomach could talk, it would be saying, “You know what, beyotch? I didn’t sign up for this kind of overtime. You’re on your own.” Because there is absolutely no digesting going on in there.
Anyway, I would just like to give a shout out to Bunny, Mr. Bunny, Dame and Holmes for making my birthday so fun. You guys are the BEST.
I can’t repeat what my stomach said to tell you though.
Chimichangas are awesome!
And yeah… straight female here but she is gorgeous, and still quite thin. Shame that a body like that is considered fat. The same ones who are saying she is fat are probably the ones who use kinoki foot pads.
Weirdos who shouldn’t be allowed to talk!
Wow I wish I was that fat.
And I wonder if a single one of those critics have seen their own ass in motion as they walk away. Bettin’ it’s not cute either.
I’m only that fat in my dreams. In reality, I couldn’t even fit one of my ass cheeks into that bathing suit.
Seriously…after all that salsa…I feel like I could give birth to this size of a person. Fat you say? Then I am King Kong and she can be my Fay Rae. Out of control.
I too am SOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO full. STILL. I just took a food coma NAP. WHY did you let me eat that much? WHY?!?!
So great. Such a fun afternoon. HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!
Johnny could only sing one note and the note he sang was this…. raaaaaaaaaawwwwwwwwwrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr
Hey, who’s the fat chick?
Nicely done ‘Wise’. Indeed a fat chick is prowling that catwalk. While not fat for a ‘normal’ person, she is a model and should by default be rated a 10……the flappines on her back and arms does not allow a 10. Here’s a hint Karolina, put down the fork.
Ooooh, Russian Bastard - I have a feeling you’re going to get totally pounced on for that comment. Get ready.
Russian actually makes a good point
Gee, I just realized, I like fat chicks!
I hear that Courtney Love’s Crack Diet is a great way to lose weight.
OK between this and the min-me sex video, i really don’t know what to do with the pizza and beer sitting next to me. I love this website but maybe should visit on an empty stomach.
Russian Bastard if your talking flabby then maybe she could tone up a bit. Sometimes still pictures of moving objects do strange things though. I see back stuff but the arms look great to me. Its not the fork that is her problem. I still would love to look that fat.
She’s certainly not fat…..at most she needs a little time on the stairmaster to tighten up that booty. Of course, being Russian, it could be the very first signs of the “babushka gene” kicking in. If you’ve traveled in Eastern Europe you know that there are slim attractive women and there are babushkas. -Virtually nothing in between, so the transformation must be insidious and rapid….
-Excuse me, she’s Czech, but the gene is pervasive there also.
Aw, come on ya’ll! At most she’s a size 8! I took modeling classes, before they told me I was too ugly and too short to ever hope to be “her,” and if you weren’t a branch with a couple of sticks poking out in the right places and a hairy mushroom on top, you didn’t have a chance. Now, 15 years later, you have to have balloons the size of a babushka’s and lips the size of Manhattan. And you still have to be a branch.