Feb 06 2008
She’s got a cute, pink, fluffy little Myspace Profile but I just don’t think there’s too many cute and fluffy things about Jillian Beyor. She’s pure sex appeal. I ain’t gonna lie. She was in Playboy and the pictures are ridiculous. I mean it’s pretty obvious that they would be right? But sometimes you just never know. What if her nipples spread across her entire breast? That would be such a buzz kill. However, as you can all see there’s really nothing but perfection.
Here’s a little something from Askmen: “Jillian grew up in Northfield, New Hampshire, a tiny New England community best known for its chilly climes and delicious lobster rolls. Naturally, it didn’t take this buxom bombshell long to figure out that she might be missing out on the fun and she promptly packed her bags and headed for Daytona Beach after graduating high school. It was there that Jillian’s delicious 34D-24-34 dimensions caught the attention of photographers, and within a matter of months she was being paid to show off her figure in pictorials for magazines and boating companies. Eh, that’s all nice and good but I’d rather talk about other stuff.
Like what you might ask? Like what I’d do to be a leather seat right now? Like canceling the rest of my entire year of posting for a date that would last no longer than 20 minutes and yet might actually be worth it to me? Eh. No. You know what I like about her though? She’s not just pure hotness in magazines. Her personal pictures come through. I admit, her face is a little different but I dig it.
Still hot. Not sure I can say the same about her little friend there but so what? Do you realize how many scraps that girl’s going to get just by hanging out with Jillian? I would LOVE to be a scrap getter. Imagine hanging out with a dude like Tom Brady for a night (well not for the next few months). If you can’t get laid, then God help you.
That would be Kevin Federline. This day is over.