We Are Hot Chicks Wednesday: (mostly) American Girls

Never in a million years did a post write itself so easily on the InterWebs. It's Independence Day, and let's make it clear that, as Americans, we like our grilled meast, our explosives, our distilled spirits, and our gorgeous, as-close-to-illegally-dressed-as-possible-without-being-illegal women. We here at the HoG want to make sure our readers understand that the Fourth of July is actually no different than any other day in this great country of ours. Well, aside from the fact that most of what it is wouldn't be what it is if this day had never happened. Anyhoo, where was I? Ah, yes. Hot American women.




Cassandra Lynn

Miss Lynn is all the marbles of the modern-day blonde bombshell. I hate those terms, but that's what she is. She can look innocent, pretty, and almost studious.

She can also not look at herself in the mirror while not actually wearing lingerie, but remembering the token high heels and ankle tattoo.

She can also look like she has something very naughty in mind, and for that, the House of Georges offers her a very stiff patriotic salute.

Kendra Wilkinson

Kendra is a slightly sultrier version of Miss Lynn. And by slightly I mean polar opposite.


She's been known to feel ultra-hot in July, needing to shed some layers and get hosed down.



Amanda Braun

Amanda Braun couldn't be any less American, but she's hot, blond, and standing in front of her native Russian flag, which reminds us how awesome our country is.

Megan Fox

With hot pictures of her all over manly magazines the "Transformers" movie sweeping the holiday-crazed nation, Miss Fox is all the hype. Deservingly so, too. She's our salute to brunettes this week.

I couldn't decide between a corny Jimi Hendrix "Foxy Lady" or obvious "Transformers/'more than meets the eyes'" retardedness. So there, have both.

I'm sure her inability to cook is compensated for by her uh...acting abilities...



The McCarthy Sisters

Never in a million years has one American girl done so much for so many American men. Needless to say, I was pleased to discover that Jenny McCarthy's younger sister Amy -- I clearly pay attention to nothing beyond the mold on my basement walls -- shares her same passion.

This evening, when I take in a ballgame with my wife, we'll I'll be thinking of Jenny during the post-game fireworks, a symbol of how to pass on the torch of all things good.








Happy Birthday, America. The House of Georges loves you, and all the hot chicks who are proud to call you home.