What? I should lie?
I'm straight, and detest our **29**-obsessed culture as a sure sign of the decline of Western Civilization, but despite both those facts, I do like me some Kathy Griffin. She's got a new special on tonight (her umpteenth... setting some kind of meaningless Guinness record) so (of course) Bravo's been running her old specials since early this morning.
I was making coffee, answering email and half-watching/listening to her 'Strong Black Woman' special from 2006... this was (I presume) before the more visible of her cosmetic surgeries. In '06 she pretty much still looked like her earlier self... you remember... when she played Sally Weaver on Seinfeld? The schoolgirl bangs and just the littlest bit thick from the waist down? Basically cute and gorgeous, even if she's an acerbic B-cup.
Anyway, as I was shuttling back and forth between gmail and the hissing twenty-year-old Krups machine on my kitchen counter, I half-followed one of her tangent-laden stories about her staying in a Vegas hotel suite with her two dogs. Long story short one (or both?) of the dogs covered the hotel room in **107** and she locked herself out the room without pants. To illustrate, she pulled down her pants for the audience.
Her thighs and ass looked great (she made her usual self-deprecating comments about cellulite, but she did look great) and one thing led to another...