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today's sheer dress report...



Since I keep getting reminders and she is my sometimes-girlfriend, I am forced to explain my side of the story.

Of course I knew it was friggin' sheer. Duh. I am a guy.

Soooo...

The Pre-MTV Awards Conversation Between J'Alba and I (As I Remember It)

Alba: Are you sure it's not too sheer??

(Yep, very sheer. Ultra-sheer. Full 3-D nipplitis.)

Me: Positive.

Alba: Are you sure you're sure? Because if you're not positively sure that you're sure, I don't want to risk it. This is my career we're talking about. I went through all that trouble making sure I didn't show my breasts in Sin City. It would be pretty weird to show them on national TV like this.

Me: I'm sorry. Were you saying something?

Alba: Were you not even listening??

Me: Uhhhhhhhhh...

(No. But I was thinking, "Thank you Lord for this wonderful wonderful day.")

Alba: Justin!! We're talking about my boobages!! Pay attention. (looking in mirror) You're lying. I swear I see a nipple.

Me: You're going insane. I see no nipples. Maybe the edge of an areola. Maybe the promise of a nipple. But no nipple. That dress is nipple-proof. I thus deem it so with my nipple-proof stamp of approval.

(I was lying. There was no stamp.)

Alba: Sheez. I'm so relieved. Should we take some pre-party shots?

(This is the point at which I stood up and did the wave, in my head)

Me: YES! I will get my camera.

Alba: I mean liquor shots.

Me: YES! Many shots! Shots o plenty. Let me get my camera.

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Jessica Alba and I Come Full Circle (But Not Really)
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Posted by Anonymous krissy on 1:02 PM

Ob-sessed. Ob-freakin-sessed. ;-)
I knew you'd love this story!  



Posted by Blogger Cory on 4:20 PM

Thief! Thief!  



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