I have no idea when or where or why this picture of Bar Refaeli in a see through bra is from, and quite frankly, I don't care. Labor Day is causing celebrity gossip to be sent to me by carrier pigeon apparently, so I'm just gonna post Bar Refaeli's awesome rack. I hope that doesn't offend you. If it does, I hear Michael's is having a 40% off sale on scrapbooking supplies you gaywad.

As far as bodies go, Bar Refaeli and Marisa Miller are as close to physical perfection as you're ever gonna see, so of course I was was gonna post these candid pics of Bar at her 2010 SI Swimsuit photoshoot. Sorry if that bothers you. Maybe instead of reading this you can go dress up your dolls or go look for some more needle point patterns you little fairy.

I have no idea what or who this video is for, but it's two minutes of a naked Bar Refaeli writhing on a couch, so it could be an ad for drowning puppies or pyromania, and I think I'd be okay with it. Not really sure why they used some music that Jennifer Aniston probably listens to when she feeds the garden hose in her tailpipe through her window, but that's really not a dealbreaker. Especially since I became a recent fan of tan lines. As previously stated, it'll just make it easier for me to find it in the dark.

Since pictures have been scarce lately, I'm making this post a Bar Refaeli blowout out bonanza! Oh, btw, depending on where you work, this video may be considered NSFW. Much like your erection:

Bar Refaeli is 24 today, and I only know that because my penis woke me up pretty early to remind me. I don't know what his fascination is with this chick, she has an okay body, I guess. And sure she's a Sports Illustrated Swimsuit Issue covergirl. And yes she has perfect boobs. But what about my needs? What about stimulating intellectual conversation and mutual interests? What about trust and communication? God, penis! Why does everything have to be about you?!?

I wonder how long it took the marketing geniuses at Hurley to decide that Bar Refaeli would be a good choice to model their new bikini line. I'm going to go out on a limb and say that it was the shortest meeting ever. Other short marketing meetings: Superman modeling boxing gloves and Jason Voorhees modeling machetes.

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This first official trailer for Quentin Tarantino's Inglourious Basterds is out, and damn if I don't want to take it in the backseat and get it pregnant. I realize that this doesn't make me cool because this movie isn't about some Indian kid winning a game show or a documentary about an improbable love between two lesbian quadriplegic atheists or whatever boring crap people watch to look smart, but whatever. I'd rather watch some Nazis get scalped and some shit get blown up. Oh, and I don't about the historical accuracy, but if they can throw in a bikini car wash scene, that would really add another element, don't you think?

Killing Jews is bad (see example):

A beam of God's light sparkled through my window this morning, and that usually means only one thing - the new Sports Illustrated Swimsuit Issue is out. There's no Marisa Miller this time, but Bar Refaeli is about as close to perfect as you can possibly get. But let's not get ahead of ourselves here, most of you haven't even tasted my pomegranate cheesecake yet. It's like heaven in your mouth!

Here's Bar Refaeli, Brooklyn Decker, Hilary Rhoda, and Danica Patrick. To see the rest, you can check it out here:

Well, it's officially afternoon in NC so I'm ready to start drinking. But first, we'd like to take a minute to toast all of our readers for making 2008 another great year. We'll be back on Friday, so be on the look out for some of the new things we have planned for 2009 (hint: we'll be posting on weekends, bitches!) So have fun tonight, be safe, and drink one for me. Oh, and if you get arrested, don't worry about it. It's not like it's your fault that the Vietnamese prostitute couldn't pronounce the safe word. What are you, an English teacher all of a sudden?