Toot toot hey beep beep. Toot toot hey beep beep.

I'm going to say it straight up. This is all a bit of smoke and mirrors and sleight of hand while we work on some massively exciting BombShell bombs. You think we've been out just martini-ing it up this hot ol' summer? No way, doll. We've been up to no-good/for-the-greater-good projects.

Just you wait.

Until then, a little summer song for you.

Friday night and the strip is hot
sun's gone down and they're about to trot 

spirit's high and they look hot 

do you wanna get down 

now don't you ask yourself, who they are? 

like everybody else, they wanna be a star.

Toot toot hey beep beep. Toot toot hey beep beep.

Can you hear it?

So one of our BombShells goes by Toots. And while she claims to be a down-to-earth, mudcloth, hoarder-o-fiber, down and dirty sort of gal, I'm not so sure.

I took some double-top-secret snaps of her double-top-secret work for our next double-top-secret bombing and, well, check it out. It seems pretty black and white to me that Toots has a double life. She says "earth shoes" and we see stilettos. She says "hand-me-downs" and we see vintage sexy.

All I'm really sayin' is that what you think you know about us, think again. And look at the quiet woman next to you at the coffee shop. Think of your mother or your sister or your daughter. Do you know for SURE that they aren't a secret BombShell?

It's not all black and white.

Until the next BombShell delight ....