Dear Blake Lively, I understand you just paid for a completely unrealistic boob job, really I do, but that doesn’t give you grounds to wear a plunging lacy jumpsuit for Thanksgiving dinner. Thanksgiving is a day for family, a day for values and at the very minimum a day for propriety. Yes, you pulled your tresses back and I appreciate the fact that the state of your perma sex hair does not make me wonder how many men you were with before you made it to Thanksgiving. And yes you wore classy studs instead of gaudy oversized hooker earrings (which would have matched the outfit much better) however at this point you’ve pretty much established yourself as a classless whore with bad taste and the occasional good hair day.     xoxo. 

Dear Blake Lively,

I understand you just paid for a completely unrealistic boob job, really I do, but that doesn’t give you grounds to wear a plunging lacy jumpsuit for Thanksgiving dinner. Thanksgiving is a day for family, a day for values and at the very minimum a day for propriety. Yes, you pulled your tresses back and I appreciate the fact that the state of your perma sex hair does not make me wonder how many men you were with before you made it to Thanksgiving. And yes you wore classy studs instead of gaudy oversized hooker earrings (which would have matched the outfit much better) however at this point you’ve pretty much established yourself as a classless whore with bad taste and the occasional good hair day.    

xoxo.