Sharon Stone

Classy, but boob-tacular. Everything started off so well. Until...

Sharon Stone

...someone gave Sharon a drink. Sure, it looks like water. But what kind of water leads to the following sort of discussion?

Sharon Stone

That's right. FIREWATER. Sharon, it's rude to discuss that particular dimension in public, even if it IS complimentary to your suitor.

Sharon Stone

Wait, what? I've got something in my teeth? Well, you've got something in your cleavage. Oh, it's just the lace trim on your bra. Never mind. Thanks for the heads-up! When Vicky's calls, I want a shout-out. I'll go floss now if you promise you'll remember me when your boobs are on the side of a building. Again.

Hilariously Played, Sharon Stone

I have missed you, Sharon Stone. I have missed you much. And I wish that I could hang out with you, because you look like a kick at this event. First of all, props on the very pretty, very classy, very subtle dress...that you've promptly un-subtle-ized with your impessive cleav. Are you angling to be the first 50-something Victoria's Secret Angel? Because, honestly, I am pretty sure that would be awesome. You'd be predictably kicky at all the media events, if your behavior at this one is anything to go on. Please, enter the slideshow and get some play-by-play. Ahem. Fine. THE ALLEGED play-by-play. That I might have made up. BUT I'M PRETTY SURE I DIDN'T.