Amanda Righetti here has found her way onto The Mentalist, which is a pretty sweet gig for her -- mostly, all her character does is get left at the office to do elaborate top-secret Google searches, and yet she gets to be on the No. 1 show on television.
However, she really needed someone to mentalize her a better dress -- preferably one that doesn't look like she stole it from the dude in charge of gladiator funerals at the Colosseum.
Parenthetically: You are not fooling us, Ms. Amanda. We all know full well you are trying to make a point of how high that slit is -- why else would you have you leg stuck out and cocked at such a jaunty angle? Is it not enough that your skirt is slit up to your hips on both sides? You have to PROVE it? Did someone insult your thighs as a child? Oh, Mentalist, how suavely you would get to the bottom of this psychological minefield, if only you were real.
However, she really needed someone to mentalize her a better dress -- preferably one that doesn't look like she stole it from the dude in charge of gladiator funerals at the Colosseum.
Parenthetically: You are not fooling us, Ms. Amanda. We all know full well you are trying to make a point of how high that slit is -- why else would you have you leg stuck out and cocked at such a jaunty angle? Is it not enough that your skirt is slit up to your hips on both sides? You have to PROVE it? Did someone insult your thighs as a child? Oh, Mentalist, how suavely you would get to the bottom of this psychological minefield, if only you were real.
