You know, they got some hot girls up there in Canada. And it’s a fact that everyone there is 20 percent-50 percent nicer than they are in the States. So you end up with Bryci; these days her Twitter profile says “the erotic model next door” and she’s just that. So sweet and pleasant, even when she’s doing things that are kinda dirty. Dirty in a sweet way. Pleasantly naughty. Charmingly improper. A squeaky-clean kind of filth. Bryci is like eating dessert in bed: The dessert is chocolate-covered strawberries, the bed is fluffy, she’s lost her panties and Louie is on the TV. O, Canada.
Follow her on Twitter @bryci and you’ll see what we mean — every day, several times a day.
A nickname I have had: Most everyone has always called me “B” my whole life. At one of my old jobs waitressing at a Greek restaraunt they liked to call me “little girl” because I was so much tinier than everyone else who worked there.
The worst movie I have ever seen: Punch Drunk Love. I wanted my 90 minutes back! It was such a slow movie, it should have been 10 minutes long but they stretched it out, and it had a lot of awkward silences.
I’m a nerd about: Grammar and spelling, yes I’m one of those — but I try to keep my mouth shut and not be annoying about it!
Please worship my: Really? Okay, let’s go with eyes, because they’re pretty.
Try not to stare at my: Boobs, but it’s okay if you do. They’re kind of awesome.
I would rather have a root canal than: Watch Punch Drunk Love again. (Seriously, it’s that bad!)
Sex is: Needed daily. Hey, it’s amazing exercise!
My greatest weakness: Things that are fluffy, chocolate, sexy toned guys. Give me a hot guy covered in chocolate on a fluffy bed and call it a day!
If I went into porn, my name would be: Sasha Sin, sounds kinky and bad girl, sweet and spicy just like me.
If I was a Bond girl, my name would be: Alotta Cleavage.
Food that turns me on: Chocolate covered strawberries, they make my panties disappear!
Something cool about having boobs: They get me anything I want!
I cried unnecessarily the day: I had an Oreo milkshake from Jack in the Box. Heaven. On. Earth.
When I throw a party I make sure to have: Edible underwear.
The funniest comedian is: Louis CK by far, easy answer!
People tell me I look like: Rachel Leigh Cook.
My super power: Boobs. We’ve already covered this.
I am completely freaked out by: Spiders! Sterotypical yes, but they’re nasty and too fast!
The most unpleasant word or phrase in the English language is: “Darling.” So not a fave of mine.
A type of ladies’ underwear I don’t enjoy wearing is: Granny panties, or bikini panties! Panty lines are uncool — my drawer is full of thongs, G-strings and a few boy shorts for hot summer days when I don’t want to wear pants.
My most recent wardrobe malfunction was: My bra popping it’s clasp! It’s actually happened a few times.
My relationship with spectator sports is: I’m Canadian, so hockey is obviously my thing. Go Flames!
The most exciting thing I did today was: Went topless in a public hot tub!
If I were to go that way, my lesbian lover would be: Tera Patrick, seems like she’d rock my world in the bedroom!
Song I am most likely to play turned up to 11: Any Nirvana song, I love them all and could play them all day.
My backup career if this whole “being pretty” thing doesn’t work out: Governer of Alaska.
Last time I ate way too much, and what it was: Hawaiian pizza, and I do it every damn time!
On the worst bender of my life, I was drinking: Tequila (surprise, surprise) and I celebrated by going streaking.
The best thing I learned from an ex-boyfriend was: How to give an amazing blowjob!
The first time I can remember feeling sexy was: After my first glamour photo shoot.
The most rough-and-tumble outdoor activity I do is: Sunbathing. So much work tanning those boobies.
A grown man should not: Have his mom do anything for him, fastest turn-off ever!