Here she is in a pretty yellow dress. I like how she's brushing her hair back. You know, it kind of looks like maybe she's not so sure of herself. Maybe she's that rare find of a woman who's hotter than all get out, but still has a crap self concept . . .
And here she is doing some stage acting. With terrific boobs. I love terrific boobs. You know, I really think, at the risk of getting a restraining order against me, that we were meant to be together. Sure, she's all the way across the Atlantic, far too good looking for me, and would likely have zero interest in me, but still . . .
Son of a bitch! Who is this asshole! Oh come on! He's got that half his undershirt hanging out look that makes me want to puke. Wait, where's her other hand. Is she touching his narrow ass?! Oh . . . Oh, do I ever hate this limey.
She's married to this doucher? Bloody hell!! Turns out he's a prince. That must be Prince Doucher's castle. Castle Douche Skull. What's this guy have that I don't? Sure, he's a prince and everything and has loads more money than me and probably charmed her in person, going a few steps further than merely ogling her on Hulu and cursing her funny looking husband, but other than all that . . . Come on!
What do you think, Seven Readers? What does Dr. Ken need to do to make Big Suze his new special ladyfriend?