I’m sorry…I can’t. I can’t get over it.

And this is a better shot - full body, so you can see more of the Jessica Simpson eye rapage.

What I’m beginning to appreciate more and more are those pockets. As if it wasn’t bad enough that her pants are hiked up to her tits and the waist band is FOLDING OVER, she had to add 2 koala style pouches on each hip, just in case you weren’t fixated enough on that region.

But imagine it, would you? Imagine Jessica in her closet putting on these pants. And looking at the mirror. And saying – Yep. This is hot.

How??? How does this happen???

Amusement becomes pity. Pity for a friend-less life. No friends, no honesty, and a boyfriend who pisses on her.

Poor, poor Jessica Simpson.