Avril Lavigne Bikini Pictures: I went to St. Tropez once, once. I was looked at like a cheap, slummy, outsider, which, granted, I was pretty much guilty of across the board. Had I arrived by yacht with petite hot Cannuckian sk8ter girl Avril Lavigne in a bikini to my aft, I bet I wouldn’t have been so summarily judged by the good and gracious peoples of France.
I’m an unabashed liker of Avril Lavigne. I’ve always liked her. Even through her post-20-something-still-maturing phase, her bad boyfriend and husband phases, her stupid tattoos and her Casio-keyboard bubblegum music, I still just have a thing for Avril.
I can’t help it. And these bikini pictures of the mirthful mini-singer just aren’t going to do anything to reverse that deep-seeded emoticon of lust. Much like I hope that someday, the citizens of St. Tropez will embrace me, so too do I hope someday to embrace Avril Lavigne, only, you know, nekkid.
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