Ashely Puida - Puida Pwease

2NR: I know what you should do. Get a team of hot girls to do on-call computer repair. Who could resist a beautiful girl fixing your computer? Hmmm, or go into plumbing. I guarantee there are better things to see than the crack of a fat plumber.
AP: That's the idea. My mom actually made me take computer classes for 4 years! Whenever there was a problem they call me over to fix their computer. I was the geek.

2NR: Sucka. Most smart guys would have done the same thing. Do you like sports?
AP: I ran track when I was in high school. I ran long distance. My coach wanted me to do long distance, but I just didn't have the stamina for it. I grew up with football. My boyfriend hates that I love football because he plays baseball.

2NR: You said you ran track? I'm wondering if guys came out to see you run because of your...uh...large top.
AP: No. I didn't have anything done. These are mine. [She pokes at them like you would meat at the butcher counter.]

2NR: Wow. Nice. But I don't think you should be poking at them like that. They should be held and caressed. Try it. Do you have a boyfriend?
AP: Yes. He's a 6-ft 2-in., 225-lb baseball player. He's pretty scary.

2NR: Oh. How long have you had this problem?
AP: What was that?

2NR: Nothing. So if you didn't have a boyfriend what turns you on about a guy?
AP: Well, I like it when he calls me out of the blue just to tell me that he loves me.

2NR: Awww, and he's so sensitive. OK, how about "I hate it when guys..."
AP: ...tell war stories, such as: "Oh we were soooo fucked up last night, we were totally obliterated." I'm like, "Yeah buddy, that's real cute." Oh and pervy guys. I was at the beach-pretty much covered up wearing shorts and a bikini top; backpack on-getting stuff out of my trunk and some guy had his camera out the window and was trying to take a picture. My boyfriend shook his finger at him and said, "Hey buddy, no."

2NR: Really now. Can you blame them?

Before she could answer, Henry (our photographer) knocked at the door signaling me to end the interview. I shook her hand and rapped a little about catching her on the 405 singing her little heart out and maybe grabbin' some steak. As I got up, I handed her the pictures I took at the beach and quickly asked her not to send her man after me. Before she could say a word I pulled out my digital camera, shot off a quick burst of flashes and bolted of out the door. Really though, Ashley is going to be one of the 2NR models that blow up-and I'll have the pictures to prove it.