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...Bleiler, who tests limits both on and off the pipe, who appears most ready for breakout stardom. Clad in a painted-on bikini, she posed for a racy FHM cover before the 2004 X-Games. "It definitely crosses the line of my comfort zone," she says. "I pushed myself." She plans to push at the Olympics too. On her program is the Michaelchuck, a backflip trick that no woman has ever landed in competition. Bleiler credits her Collection teammates for some of her success. "We're definitely having to bushwhack our way through this whole thing, but it's exciting...
...teens and stocks the women's restroom at ADAMS with brochures on where to get help if they have an abusive husband. Teenagers and young adults come to him with questions about everything from underage drinking to premarital sex to whether the Koran allows a woman to have a bikini wax. He advises abstaining from alcohol and sex before marriage but knows his advice won't always be followed, so he also counsels on safe sex and the health dangers of binge drinking. As for the bikini wax, Islam's rules on female modesty allow it, he decided...
...sure who directed the new Silver Jews video, but I’m going to guess it wasn’t Hype Williams: the production values fall short of public access cable standards, and there’s nary a rimmed up Bentley or glistening bikini to be found...
...required before arriving at the answer: this movie is absurd. I don’t mean absurd like other action movies are absurd. It’s so absurd that you lose your zombie-like fixation on the thousandth shot in a row of Jessica Alba’s bikini-clad bottom wiggling through a sea full of sharks and shout, “They can’t hold their breath for five minutes while fighting cocaine-dealers and heaving treasure chests around, surface for a quick breath, and then return to high-fiving and blowing things up underwater...
...many wedding-related functions, I made all efforts to acclimate myself to the culture. I ate nothing but chocolate brioche oozing with Nutella and/or brie (after all, I rationalized, French women don’t get fat). I appreciated the finery of local products (read: purchased super-cute bikini with matching necklace), devoured novels by the author Colette, and refined my once fluently-spoken French. My securely-fastened bikini top notwithstanding, I felt at home in Juan-les-Pins...