Ali Larter looks like a serious Whole Foods Fox. You know the kind. The kind that you bump into in the “buckwheat noodles and ginger shavings” aisle and she’s all like, “Oh, I’m sorry” and you’re all, “Clearly you are a perfect 10 and I’m surprised that I didn’t burst into flames by touching such a perfect thing.” You remember that bullshit they tried to teach you in school about Plato and his theory about perfect objects only existing in your head but theoretically existing because you willed them to exist? Such is Ali Larter.
I swear to God I would pay her bills for a year if I could just have a one hour session of me and her jumping on a trampoline to Meat Loaf albums. See? I thought it: now it must exist because I willed it so. So in some plane of reality that is actually happening: I am jumping on a trampoline with Ali Larter listening to “Bat Out Of Hell”.
Knowledge is power, kids.