We Are Hot Chicks Wednesday: Girls We Know, Girls We Don't

Today's installment, Girls We Know, Girls We Don't, features, well, you get it. We'll have a space-bar-jammed peek at some scantily clad receptacles of meast in a way you've most certainly gotten tired of but continue to ogle never seen before.





Miss Adriana "Don't Call Me Jose's Wife" Lima sports an interesting lingerie duo that we don't know the name of. Her face, while not quite as intriguing as certain images of it -- kivered in man cocktail -- circulating the Interwebs, delivers an interesting effect here. One might add that her midsection does the same.

We haven't the slightest on who this fine piece of meast rubbage is, but we like her. Lots. Her "Break-'em-off-Some" gaze, and Amazon 'do let you know she means business. And by business, I mean Cock-a-Doodle-motherfuckin'-Doo. Big props on reminding us how unruly fake tits, naked tanning, and bikini waxing can make a man go blind.

If Miss Banks wasn't in mind when the Underground wrote the line "Ladies, oh how I love ta' thump thee," they should throw those lyrics in the trash and write 'em again. We know. She's all over the place. She has an obnoxious television show, and you could shoot a drive-in movie off of her fivehead. What better to match her lovely top in this pic, though, than a good old-fashioned pearl necklace. As much as Cecil despises loves quoting Blue Collar Comedy, even he would have to agree that the work order attached to that facial expression reads a little something like "get 'er done."

No idea who this broad is. Nice stockings, though. And tits. And facial skin that is hot, soft, and absorbent all in one. She should be available in your local grocery store aisle. Speaking of aisles, that narrow corridor looks like a horrible spot to catch yourself alone with her in.

Leeann Tweeden hails from the great state of Virgina. She has graced the pages of a certain publication's Sexy Book of Lingerie, for which we were thankful. Several times. She also graces pictured stool with the pleasure of touching her delicious backside. Eat your heart out, Anthony Ray. She also has -- um -- some really nice gloves.

Thanks to SI, and numerous other nauseating pieces of media, we're well aware of this young lady's existence. What bad remarks could you drudge up against such a fine package? Absolutely nothing. She's flawless. Now if you'll excuse me, there's a dolphin at my door that needs flogging.