Someone sent us this picture earlier in the week, and I honest to God thought it has been photoshopped. But it hasn't: I got it direct from our (unimpeachable) photo source:
PUT ON SOME CLOTHES, DUDE. I've got robes that provide more full-body coverage. I shudder to think what would have happened had there been some kind of gusty wind kicked up. Wait, what's that you're saying? You want to see if you're seeing what you think you're seeing? You are. You don't believe me? Click through (technically safe for work, but maybe not if your boss is like RIGHT BEHIND YOU):
PUT ON SOME CLOTHES, DUDE. I've got robes that provide more full-body coverage. I shudder to think what would have happened had there been some kind of gusty wind kicked up. Wait, what's that you're saying? You want to see if you're seeing what you think you're seeing? You are. You don't believe me? Click through (technically safe for work, but maybe not if your boss is like RIGHT BEHIND YOU):
TOO MUCH INFORMATION ABOUT LISA RINNA. TOO MUCH. Why, why WHY does this dress even open up so much? That's not a nice thing to do to the person who bought it, unless it IS in fact a dressing gown and you're only supposed to wear it around the house, in which case I don't care how much you're flashing because I CAN'T SEE ANY OF IT but WHY ARE YOU WEARING IT OUT OF THE HOUSE? Please, for the love of little green apples, SEW THAT SHIT UP. Can you, dear reader, imagine going to work -- a job which is televised! to millions! -- with a dress that could AT ANY MOMENT waft open and show the entire world your VERY PERSONAL BUSINESS? Because I can not. I get nervous enough when I'm wearing a wrap dress on a windy day, and I assure you, no one is filming that. I haven't even mentioned how close her boobs are to doing a run for it, but I promise you, I noticed. Rumor has it that Rinna is going to be in Playboy soon, to which I say, that's great. Awesome. Congrats! Enjoy! FOR THE LOVE OF ALL THAT IS SACRED, SAVE IT FOR HEF, LADY.
