It's like, damn, Elsa: how are the rest of us going to impress each other if you're rolling down the sidewalk, on a skateboard, naked save for a luxurious fur coat? Where are we going to sunbathe nude when you've officially put a claim on the rooftop titty trade? Didn't your parents teach you about sharing and compassion? Seriously, Elsa.
And the worst part is that you are too fine to be mad at! We can feel these photos massaging the disdain out of our brains as we speak, a billion tiny nipples dancing around our nerve cells. Yeah, it's gross, but brain nudity is the only frontier that Elsa has yet to conquer and we totally call dibs. Cortex cleavage is imminent.
· Via In The Raw (itr2010.org)