Here is Rosie Jones because… uh.. you know… boobies.   I don’t really have a great reason than that.  My brain is broken.  Frankly, looking for pictures of Rosie Jones is just surreal because I am probably the only person going, “No… no… no… man, where are the pictures of her clothed…”.  I am the only person in the world looking for pictures of Rosie Jones wearing more.  The only one.  Anyway, I can’t explain the attraction here, I never have been able to.  She’s just some British Glamour Model, she should mean nothing to me but… I have always found her very attractive.  I don’t get it.  Except I do because duh, look at her.  Today I want to fuck Rosie Jones.

I am pretty surprised Rosie Jones has shown up here so much.  Nothing against her but I hardly feel any sort of special connection to her, most people who have been here a bunch I can draw some mental line to something that makes them special in my mind.  I have a hard time thinking of anyone really feeling a strong connection to a glamour model though (well except maybe 13 year olds who just happen to stumble across a magazine and discover something that feels like a sneeze but better.  They might forever feel connected to that one model), I guess because they basically are supposed to sit around and embody fantasy, not the sort of reality that creates connections.  But that can’t be true or people wouldn’t know their names.  I wouldn’t know their names.  But I do.  So… I don’t know I guess what I am discovering is I am way more attracted to Rosie Jones than I realized?  I do know that today I want to fuck Rosie Jones.

Rosie Jones proved to be pretty popular last time, so if history holds true it will mean no one will give a shit about this post.  I have no clue how that works.  Is it the pictures I pick?  The things I write?  I really have no idea and there is no way to tell when something will get a reaction.  Like I can post someone 5 times and it gets a couple likes and that’s it, then I post someone like Rosie Jones and people start sending me messages about it and telling me how hot she is.  It’s pretty much random as far as I can tell.  Anyway, she is back and basically because I saw some new pictures, thought she was pretty in them, then realized that I can’t post any of them because of her tragic clothing allergy that means she has to bare her breasts in 95% of her pictures.  This is great for fans of her boobs, not so great for me at 6 AM when I have to spend a half an hour trying to find pictures that are less nipply than most. Well.. it’s only annoying because those slave drivers at work expect me to do things like “show up” and “work” and stuff like that, I actually wouldn’t mind at all if I had no where to go.  Anyway, here is the results of today’s treasure hunt or as I like to call it, “They’re just areolas, that will have to be good enough”.   I hope these help everyone realize why today I want to fuck Rosie Jones.

I recently came to the conclusion I find Rosie Jones most attractive when she looks kind of trashy.  This should make me feel bad or guilty or something but it doesn’t.  Not really.  It’s not a judgement on her as a person but with celebrities, especially models I feel, exist as archetypes in our mind, or rather they fill a certain role for us.  We don’t know them, not really, and a model gives us less to know than anyone else and for a reason, so we can project.  So I guess that’s the role Rosie Jones plays for me, kind of trashy, sexy, British, busty, usually topless… and I mostly don’t feel guilty about that.  I mean, maybe a little, I did just spend all these words rationalizing it.  The point is I know it is puerile and I know I am being pandered to when pictures of her sucking on a Popsicle and falling out of her top show up.  It’s ridiculous.  My eyes automatically roll.  They still end up back on her cleavage though when they’re done rolling.  So I can’t protest too much.  Today I want to fuck Rosie Jones.

I don’t know why I like Rosie Jones as much as I do.  I mean, there is an obvious statement about boobs and how nice boobs look naked and such.  But there are a lot of boobs out there, sure when I was a kid pictures of boobs were worth their weight in gold but now you can probably find naked boobs googling things like Church. Anyway, just boobs aren’t enough for me to know the name of a model from another country who almost exclusively appears in that country’s publications.  I guess some people just click.  There are a lot of pretty people out there but clearly different things appeal differently to each of us, otherwsie there would be universal consensus on just who is the hottest, who is the most desirable and so on.  So I don’t know what clicks about her specifically.  I mean, it has become blatantly obvious to me that I like British girls but there are lots of British girls, why do I keep going back to the same few?  That I can’t tell you, it just happens.  I like boobs, I like Brits, I like Rosie Jones.  Today I want to fuck Rosie Jones.

Last time I posted Rosie Jones I very cleverly (ok, not that cleverly) posted only pictures of her with a Union Jack in them.  Most people did not notice.  It was a discussion I had with more than one person and I had to point it out.  I was talking to one friend about it and pointed out the flag and she agreed and it was only a few minutes later she said, “Oh, there’s one in each picture!"  I told her this was understandable, she was distracted by boobs which pretty much means Rosie Jones was doing her job.  Like as a topless glamour model were she to not get you to look at her boobs she would be very bad at what she does.  Which lead me to wonder if these sorts of girls aren’t actually working for MI-6, what better way to hide communications to spies than with boobs.  You could just print them in magazines and no one would notice.  I mean, hiding troop movements? Easy, just make sure the Russian satellite photos have a topless Rosie Jones and no one would even notice the tanks.  This all strikes me as the sort of genius espionage work that years of Bond movies taught me to expect and I think we all know there is something attractive about a spy, so today I want to fuck Rosie Jones.

I actually kind of enjoy when I have to post Rosie Jones (have to, I have no choice of course, I am a slave to my desires?  Boy, that makes me sound like an out of control lunatic).  I enjoy it because it’s a bit of a challenge, you have no idea how hard it is to find pictures of her wearing at least a little clothing.  I mean, fully clothed is just out of the question, if you’re lucky you find her draping a flag just right over her chest.  The having to go through a bunch of pictures of her isn’t exactly work but it is a fun little Where’s Waldo sort of adventure, though it’s more like Where’s not Nipple as opposed to Where’s Waldo (Maybe I should say Where’s Wally since this is about a Brit?  Man I know a lot of worthless facts). The other advantage is I get to again talk about my fetish for all things Anglo.  I mean, I am not sure it’s real, I don’t feel like I see Fish and Chips and get all excited but the evidence is there.  Rosie Jones is basically very hot and I fully endorse her baring her breasts all the time, so I guess England came up with a good plan there.  I don’t know, I am rambling at this point, I like looking at pictures, I like British women, I actually think the Union Jack is one of the great flags on Earth, and I really like Rosie Jones.  Today I want to fuck Rosie Jones.

Last time I posted Rosie Jones the post rambled along from being about how great English Girls are (In my experience though, they are) to some bit of pseudo feminism, which is kind of silly especially considering the subject.  Not that I don’t stand by what I said, I do and the beauty of this whole endeavor is I get to write and say whatever I feel like at the moment, I let the mood take me.  Anyway, my point is today will not really be about that stuff, today will be about boobs.  Look, people like boobs.  Some deny it, some like them less than others but man or woman boobs tend to get attention.  Some would say they evolved to draw the eye.  I have no idea but yeah, sometimes boobs are pretty nice.  Rosie Jones’ boobs?  They’re pretty nice.  Now, I am not a believer that bigger=better and big=nice in the science of boob niceness.  It can but it doesn’t have to.  Some boobs are just appealing.  Rosie Jones happens to have very big boobs but they also are very appealing.  This is good news for her since her job is basically to let people take pictures of her boobs.  So good on her.  But her boobs are a hit, last time an anon asked me where they could find pictures of her boobs, sadly I can’t answer anon questions here but I have a link for you.  Now, go forth, enjoy, look at some boobs everyone, find your own set to like the best at the moment, for me I’ve found mine and today I want to fuck Rosie Jones.

England has given us a lot over the years.  I mean a short and incomplete list would include: The Magna Carta, the language, the Beatles, Monty Python, Shakespeare, sandwiches, and of course a lot of hot girls.  Today, as much as I love the Beatles, we’re going to focus on the girls.  I really, really like British Women.  Maybe it’s the accent, maybe it’s the slightly exotic nature while I can still understand what they are saying.  Maybe I have just been lucky and only met the best ones.  Whatever the reason I like them.  Now this, is about an English Glamour Model, and speaking with a British friend of mine there are some issues with such models, well, not them but where they appear, apparently they don’t take their tops off in the most pro feminist magazines.  Go figure.  So as a disclaimer I am just going to go ahead and say don’t be douche bags, douche bags.  (If you need further instruction on this you probably shouldn’t be looking for it on a blog called Who I Want to Fuck Today.  But Pro Tip: Women are autonomous individuals.  They have their own thoughts, hopes, desires, wants, needs, flaws, strong traits and so on just like a real person.  Cause they’re real people and thus should be treated as such.  Start from there, build on it).  But enough moralizing, back to the leering at pictures… This specific British Woman is Rosie Jones, who I happen to adore even though she was probably the hardest person to find pictures of of anyone I have ever posted.  Not because there aren’t pictures of her, oh lord are there pictures of her on the internet.  It’s hard to find pictures without her bountiful breast bared.  Not that I am against breasts, trust me, I am pro breasts.  In my campaign to be your favorite blog I am running on a strong pro boobs platform.  That said, I try to keep the nipplage to a minimum here.  Which was really hard.  So I appreciate the effort and that you can wait like 10 seconds before you Google her to see the topless stuff.  Anyway, I’ve gone on a long time to get to the point where I say: Today I want to fuck Rosie Jones.