I’m pretty sure I’ve mentioned here at least once that my boy Lake has a slightly unhealthy Brandy obsession.  He is still waiting for her to make an appearance in Kang Magazine or make a late Playboy run like Stacey Dash where she gets completely buck naked, but until then we will have to settle for what we can get.  So Brandy was running, or hiking, or something up in the mountains of California and she decided to wear some tights for the activity.  It was just enough to let us know she’s all grown up.  Now you know my style, I like to save the bangers for last, but she simply can’t hide that tail in these.  So straight to the heat.

I’ve got to start with a no draws angle 2.5.  She looks fit too.  Also, did she actually get cuter?  I remember early Brandy looking a little Predator-like.  Her eyes were too far apart, her head was too big or something.  I don’t know, but it wasn’t right.  She’s really giving it to the camera right here.

She’s working it from the other side too.  Now I don’t know about you, but I’ve also already spotter two tattoos.  I didn’t know Brandy got down like that.  You know the analysis wouldn’t be complete if the Professor of Assology didn’t hit you with Angle 2.

Now that is not a Darryl Dawkins, Chocolate Thunder-Flying, Robinzine-Crying, Teeth-Shaking, Glass-Breaking, Rump-Roasting, Bun-Toasting, Wham-Bam, Glass-Breaker-I-Am-Jam back there, but she is doing some really respectable work.  It almost makes me forgive the Norwood family for giving the world Ray-J…almost…not quite.

How about a close up?

That shot alone was the inspiration for this post.  I mean that is ItzDatDude, black history month worthy right there.  I know people think it is about the crease, but that front thigh to tail transition is really doing the work right here.  Goodness, I’ve already said too much.

Now normally I wouldn’t go all the way back out to Angle 3, but I’m gonna run it anyway.  First, to show she is rocking the tramp stamp.  Second to let you all know why I’m more of a bowlegged guy than a knock knees guy.

Now I know there is someone out there who really loves this shot.  But it all seems too sloppy to me.  I know this is probably mid hip switch, but something ain’t quite right to me.

True story, I was floor seats at a basketball game when the Suns were in town.  This is back when Brandy was dating the most traded man in basketball, Quinton Richardson.  So I’m sitting there, minding my own business, when I see the craziest damn shoes I’ve ever seen in my life.  I mean horrible.  Does anyone remember the fuzzy version of the UGGS?  When women were walking around looking like abominable snow creatures?  So I see a bright pick version of these and I can’t really believe what I’m looking at.  So I can’t stop looking.  I don’t even look at the chick with them on at all until I see an aggressive neck shake.  So I begin to scan up and lo and behold, it is Brandy.

I guess she thought I was star struck, but I was just turrible choice in gear struck.

So maybe now that Brandy and I have a personal connection, she’ll hit your boy back like Princess Leia.  And we’ll get the pictures Lake has been waiting for…

-Brock