Blake Lively’s expression here just cracks me the hell up. She’s like, “What is this shit? This Meester bitch dresses up like a retarded astronaut clown while my nips try to drill their way to freedom through my lil’ fuck-me frock and you’re still taking her picture? WTF?! The only way I could get any hotter would be to set myself on fire!”
Before you go pick up a gallon of regular and a matchbook, I just want to say that I feel you, Blake. Or more accurately, I want to feel you.