The most beautiful women in the world, ever.
Holy fucking shit.
For the few of you who have girlfriends out there, you probably know what Victoria's Secret is. You also know that you secretly lust over the women in the magazine that you get every two goddamn days. These women are the Victoria's Secret Angels, and this topic is here so you know who to scream for in the bathroom when your girlfriend(or mother) is out of town.
You probably know some of their names already. Or their chests.
Dutch sex pot. Model since 2008. 5th highest paid model in the world.
Australian. Model since 2007. Dating Orlando Bloom.
Brazilian Babe #1. Model since 2000. Probably one of the only ones you know the name of on this list.
Brazilian Babe #2. Model since .. who cares?
Rambo smokes smurfs. Dicks enjoy peanut butter. It doesn't really matter what I put here, since no one is going to read it, unless they're not sexually active, gay, or female. Anyway, the poster girl for Victoria's Secret.
You go, America.
All-American sexy. She's the one on the cover for the famed Sports Illustrated Swimsuit Issue a few years running.
The oldest current Angel aside from Heidi Klum, it appears as though her bod is rockin' enough to keep her going in this carreer.
Namibian. Model since 2009. The youngest Angel. Cute.
Behati is the face of the sub brand, PINK, targeted at college girls. Most of the cup sizes go into negative chest. However, the colors are bright, which totally makes up for the lack of boob, right? According to marketing, that's how it works. PINK tells 13 year olds it's okay to wear thongs.
And no, PINK does not stand for anything. They just fucking want capital letters.
What They're Known For
What the hell do you think?
Annually, there is the Free-Pornathon known as the Victoria's Secret Fashion Show, showcasing the beauty of each model, how much fucking money this company is willing to put to waste, and a self proclaimed "celebration of women". Women in this case being the greatest visions of beauty in the world.
Pictured: not a woman
It is attended by celebrities and billionaires pretty much exclusively, unless you're one of the 50 fans screaming like harpies and waving glo-sticks around. So play some mood music, turn off the volume, sit back, and watch scorching hot women in small amounts of fabric and wings walk around for an hour or so. It's the least you could do.