You know how those Catholic girls can be. From Billy Joel to Alanis Morissette, bards across the ages have chronicled their plunging descent from the convent into the degraded wasteland of sin and vice in which they dwell from puberty onward. Never has this been more obvious than in our Flickred and Facebooked culture.
The proof? Click past the jump to see what happens to a simple, youthful native of Eire once she ripens and the sharpers find her. Bob Guccione has a lot to answer for.
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HA HA HA HA HA!! Food porn at its best!
She sure filled out, eh? I remember when she was just a fingerling.
At least she’s washed.
Yes, but let us pray she doesn’t show us if she’s waxed, too.
I’ve got my eyes on you.
That’s Miss Ireland 2008.
Paradoxically, the more you peel away, the less skin we get to see.
Now beat THAT for disturbingly profound.
The mind boggleth.
Or, indeed. it bloggeth!
Mutht thtop lithping!
Or noth.
featht or famine
I think she needs a good banger.
She is looking a little stiff, after all.
… And the slinky bottle of stout is where?
In! Mah! Belleh!