Showing posts with label Giada's Cleavage. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Giada's Cleavage. Show all posts

Monday, July 13, 2009

Boobalicious Giada.

OK, boys and girls. Time for another Giada post. I've heard that Buckykatt and Mr. P. are having withdrawal symptoms.
The Giada Reach.
The Just Giada.
The Giada Extreme Reach.
The Giada Bendover.
Mo bettah Bendover.
The Giada Photographer "Huh ... What food?"
The Royal, Regal Giada. Is that a tan line I see?
The Just Giada. Just eating.
Hee. What is she eating?
I'm not sure what it is.
But I don't think I'll be trying it.
Again, the Royal, Regal Giada.
The Giada Twist and Turn.
The Giada Heft.
Regal, Royal Giada.
The I Have 64 Teeth In My Mouth So Why Are You Looking At My Boobs Giada.
The Giada Reach. And now, some of my personal favorites:
Beach Volleyball Giada.
Diamonds are de rigueur accessories for frolicking in the sand.
The My Life Is Fabulous And Yours Sucks Giada.
The fully made-up, ready for a night on the town, but instead Imonna play volleyball Giada.
And a delicious Giada Bendover.
I've heard reports that Ray Ray is upset since she's not getting equal "exposure."
Whatever, Rache.
And now, I present to you one of my favorite Giada pictures:
Is the water cold? Thanks, Edvard.

Wednesday, May 13, 2009

More Of The Boobaliciousness Of Giada.

OK, boys. It's Giada-Time. And sorry to disappoint you guys, but Giada was wearing turtle-necks all week. And hell just froze over. And pigs are flying. Back to your regularly scheduled boobage.
Next thing you know, she'll be serving them on a silver platter.
The Giada Reach and Bend.
The Just Giada.
The Giada Go Ahead And Check Out The Girls.
Now this is funny. The cameraman doesn't even try to hide the fact that he's totally focusing on her boobs. No Big Head, no face, no teeth, no food prep. The Giada Just Boobs.
The Giada Being Coy Reach.
"Yes, I know they're faaaabulous."
The Giada Why Are You Staring At My Chest.
The Giada Side Sneak A Peak.
More of the Just Giada With Bodacious Boobalicious TaTa's.
More of the Giada Reach.
The Giada Cross Over manoeuvre to maximize decolletage.
The Giada Let Me Do Something Below The Counter Just Because I Can.
Another Giada Cross Over.
The Giada I Really Didn't Know I Was Showing That Much Boobage. Yeah, right.
And a double thumbs up back atcha, Giada. Good work, Girlfriend!
And of course she had to go change before serving so we could catch another shot of the Giada Extreme Serve. Boobs on a platter indeed.

Thursday, April 23, 2009

Giada. Giada. Giada. Yada. Yada. Yada.

I keep a stack of legal pads on the kitchen counter next to my lap top and I just list my ideas for posts along with the corresponding pictures and the file names thereof. These pictures of Giada have been waiting for me to post since April 11 - 18. So, gentlemen, here they are. In all their glory. Disclaimer: I am a happily married heterosexual woman.
What can I say?
Here's our girl. And her girls.
The Giada Lean-To.
Prim, perky Giada at the Garden Party.
Happy, ebullient Giada.
Giada. Just Giada.
Giada, her mother, and her Aunt Raffi, who is her mother's YOUNGER sister. I just found that out. Who'd a thunk?
The Giada Reach.
Hell, she doesn't have to reach. She just STANDS.
Ahhhh. The Lunge/ Reach.
Another Reach. Geeze. Can those production assistants put her shit any farther away from her? What are they thinking?
Food Porn.
Now this is funny. This is from Giada's episode "Perfect Pairs." OK. I jest. The actual name of the episode was Perfect Pairings. But you can see how I'd go there.
And fun of fun, Giada is making a Proscuitto and Melon Soup. Now, just imagine my utter glee when Giada held the cantaloupes in hand at chest level and said, "Just look at these luscious melons." OK, it didn't happen. But it could have. And that would have been MUST-SEE -TV. Freakin' Awesome. Sorry. I'm really putting too much effort into this.
But I know there are sooooo many Giada fans out there.
So I'm doing this for them.
And you KNOW who you are.
I'm talking to you Buckykatt.
And you too, Mr. P.
Holy Cannoli!
Ahhhh. Giahhhhhda. You go, GIRL! You sly fox you.