What do you think when you look at 35-year-old Christina Hendricks? Do you think, 'Gosh, isn't Mad Men a seminal piece of broadcasting? No, you don't, that's what you say to fit in at work. Do you admire her Titian hair and womanly curves? No, in face you prefer brunettes. In fact, what you do when you gaze upon the cavernous cleavage of Hendricks is this. You purse your lips and you go BRUURRRRRRRRMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM.
Ancient Egyptian hieroglyphics, that were translated using the Rosetta stone, state that the ancients believed that each morning an enormous space beetle came down from their equivalent of heaven and pushed a giant bra across the sky onto Hendricks breats. And that's a fact you can take to the bank.
You won't find a mention of it in the interview with her in the new issue of Harper's Bazaar, that's not because they don't do their research or anything, they probably just use a different search engine to us. That can happen on the internet you know, it's like the Wild West out there. Anyway, without further ado, *Takes deep breath* BRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM.