Izabel Goulart is the only girl who can convince me that the gym can be anything less than torturous. Seeing a gorgeous model with her legs in the air is the sort of occasion that should be celebrated with a toast and that, if anyone asks, is why I'm drinking at work. Cheers!
Goddess of the glutes, archangel of the abs you have made my day complete and I will never let your gently bobbing buttocks out of my mind.
Would you run 50 miles on the treadmill for gorgeous Goulart?
(Source: Drunken Stepfather)