Ask as ye shall receive. When we first came into possession of this picture we were going to utilize it for a contest. Indeed, who wouldn’t want to win a picture of Julia Allison like (as she claims herself) nobody else ever sees her?* But then we thought about how well our last contest went and scratched the idea. (Not because of the former’s failure but because the contest would probably be wildly popular thus
destroying confirming our opinion of humanity.)
Then we read this Gawker entry about how (maybe) Zach You-don’t-speak-for-“my”-generation-you-fuckwit! Braff played a little grab-ass with our favorite TONY dating writer. After the jump, you’ll understand why he might be tempted.
Mother. Of. God.
From Allison herself: “There exists exactly ONE photograph of me in jeans. ONE. I never ever ever wear them.” We assume this is only because, clearly, like a pro tennis tour with Roger Federer, it just isn’t fair to everyone else. What did she major in at Georgetown, Badunkadunk?
Silly Zachary, we all know that backdooring Julia is reserved for editors, publishers and Balk’s Cock; Julia endeavors not for such (non-private) movie stardom.
* Due to his last winning, Krucoff would be ineligible, no matter how much he whined.