Friday, June 09, 2006

Old Woods


You know what I love most about this picture? Not the sad, aging male star pressed up against his lithe, blonde date. Not their FORTY YEAR age difference (he's 59, she's 20). Not even the fact that he doesn't even look like James Woods anymore.

No, the thing I love most is the paunch of fat over his belt pressing into her teeny-tiny waist. It almost looks like his jacket is open because it won't close over his gut anymore. Very sauve, James. You old smoothie, you.

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