Careful with those arms, Tara.
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For one thing, letting your shirt ride up thusly makes it look like you had your navel surgically removed. But also, if you party any harder, that thing could creep up so high that we all see first-hand for ourselves whether you had your boobs re-expanded.
Unless of course you're wearing a bra. Are you?
[Photos: WENN]
For one thing, letting your shirt ride up thusly makes it look like you had your navel surgically removed. But also, if you party any harder, that thing could creep up so high that we all see first-hand for ourselves whether you had your boobs re-expanded.
Unless of course you're wearing a bra. Are you?
Hmm. That's not QUITE the same thing as a bra. Maybe turn around for me?
Yeah, okay, it's as I feared -- no bra. Sigh. I'm concerned that you'll throw your hands in the air like you just don't care, and send your shirt right up there along with them.
Frankly, I'm annoyed with you, Tara. You made us all sit through that sappy Us cover story about how Surgery Ruined You and how you aren't really a party girl and how Newer, Better Surgery Saved You From The Surgery That Ruined You Before, and yet I think it was all clearly bullshit. You still don't really work. You've still got creepy implants. You're still poking your arms through loose pieces of fabric and calling it a shirt. You are older than I am, and yet you dress like you're a 19-year old on spring break in Cancun. Clearly, A Shot At Love With Tara Tequila is right around the corner, and I'm not sure I want to be there when it happens, because I will not want to look, and yet I may not be able to look away. So please, Tara, pull it together before it gets to that point.
Or in other words, sack UP, ho.
