Emily Ratajkowski, man. What more can be said? If a picture says 1,000 words, a GIF says 10,000. If glad the GIF does the talking for me because currently I am drooling into my lap trying to decipher at what point it becomes creepy to keep this playing on loop. More than 30, you say? Good thing I don’t play by your rules, bruh. The only rules I may abide are the terms and conditions of the restraining order Em Rata will hit me with if she ever reads the shit I write in posts about her.
But last time I checked, this is America and I’m free as fuck to creep on her Instagram at any time I damn well please. And that I’ll do. For the rest of the night. With my bedroom door locked. And Clay Aiken playing softly in the background.
Booty bonus pics for the bros!
