Showing posts with label Rachel Weisz’s. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Rachel Weisz’s. Show all posts

Thursday, 14 January 2010

Hi, ho. Hi, ho.

Some like coffee.


Some like tea.


I’d like Rachel Weisz sitting on my knee.


If only she’d eat something. No really: I mean food. Doesn’t she look thin? I’m thinking she just doesn’t eat enough. I mean, what would her mother think? She makes Keira Knightley look like a fat lardy munter.


Still, we can play the sound: unsound game.


Constant Gardener, unsound: Constantine, sound.


Picture from here.

 

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