Yesterday, Christina Aguilera exited her car and spread her legs letting photogs shoot her cooch which may or may not have been covered with underwear. Christina Aguilera. Pregnant, Christina Aguilera. There was a time when I would have been all over this and doing that thing where steam blows out of my ears, my eyes turn into hearts and my tongue rolls out onto the floor, but, now, I only feel three things. Unwholesome, uneasy and undeniably grossed out to know that in a few months something roughly the size of a football is going to tear through there. High res here.
You could add to your list the sense of vomitific disgust one might feel for such a slag who was clearly doing a Paris / Britney bit of public display for a crap photo op. Thanks, mom.