Victoria Silvstedt in a Bikini

Fuck, that tongue, that seaweed. Ursula has somebody trapped in her Swedish Santeria clutches. Somebody tracking the Victoria Silvstedt pings on the maritime emergency sonar should’ve warned St. Bart’s she was on her way from Miami. Now some poor rich sod of mixed French and German descent is about to become Tokyo to her Godzilla. We couldn’t do shit to contain Ebola. Political correctness leaves us impotent to properly quarantine the sympathetic viruses. But we need to build some kind of cage around this woman before she siphons off so much currency that Western banks become endangered from insolvency. I’d hate to be catching rats for food one day outside my New Los Angeles shanty and kick the tin wall knowing how this all could’e been prevented with one Navy Seal with a spear gun.

Photo Credit: PacificCoastNews