We Are Hot Chicks Wednesday: How Swede It Is

It's time once again for everyone's favorite sometimes-weekly feature, "We Are Hot Chicks Wednesday." With us as always is our clever host, who always just such a fantastic job of prefacing the week's talent.

This week, however, we're going to take a bit of a different approach. Instead of including name's of our selection of talent, or chunks of biography, or -- my favorite -- the completely made-up, one-sentence life stories, we're going to play the adjective game. What, you ask, is the adjective game? It's simple, really. Any kindergartner could pull it off.

You look at the image, then type the first word that comes to mind. Easy enough, right? Excellent. Game on!



Mmm. Leafy.



Uh-oh. Punchy.



Leopard print. Great success. (Editor's Note: Fine. So it might be more than one word. Perhaps a phrase.)



Yowsers.



Sure. You bet.



Simple.



In the face.



Anyone got a melon baller?



Itchy.



Heavy.



Fun.



Fantastic.



Double-oh whichever.



Fakey.



Chilly.



Little unsure.



Pretty darn sure.



Gonna have to go to the booth on that one.



Reptitate, por favor?



Wow. Thought we were stickin' to the blues and greens.



Tiny good times!



Your country, tis of thee.



Of thee I sing.



Interesting.



Black tie? Count it.



Nice belt.



Nice, uh, non-belt.



Nice friend.



Nnnnnnice motto.



Whoa.



No comment.



Yes, I'll have six of those to go, please.



Hittin' for the cycle...ish.



Protective armor required.



Huzzah!



Who's practicin' with that digit first?



Suh-lick.



That works.



This. I know.

And that's today's bit, y'all. Tiger Woods. Tiger Tiger Woods.