one shudders to think of the bidders' intent

The Maxim UK issue featuring Christina Aguilera's pool photoshoot, the bikini briefs she wore (mistakenly referred to as a "thong" -- it's not a thong; hiking my shorts into my ass doesn't turn boxers into a thong), and some of the water she sat in (in a small sealed tub) are for sale on eBay. (via fark)

Update: the auction's gone. I peeked back one more time, and the seller was posting a number of backpeddling comments about how it wasn't guaranteed to be the same panties as the ones from the photoshoot, etc, etc. If there's anything worse than used bathwater and panties, it's FAKE used bathwater and panties. Sheesh.

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