Fashion Rating: Cheri Oteri @ ‘A Rare Breed Of Love’ Book Launch

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Photo Credit: Flynet ©2008

And the Wiki says…

Cheri Oteri (born Cheryl Ann O’Teari;[citation needed] September 19, 1962) is an American actress and comedian known for her work on NBC’s Saturday Night Live.

On April 26, 2008, Oteri’s 69-year-old father, Gaetano Thomas “Tom” Oteri, was murdered in his Nashville, Tennessee home.[1] His roomate, country music songwriter Richard Fagan was charged with the murder. During an alcohol-fueled argument, police allege that Oteri was stabbed in the wrist of his right arm by Fagan with the four- to six-inch blade of a pocket knife, after which he bled to death.[2][3][4] After leaving the residence in his automobile, Fagan was stopped and arrested by the police on a drunk driving charge.[5] Authorities believe that Fagan did not realize that the wound he had given his roommate had been fatal, and even phoned a friend from jail to check in on Oteri.[6] Fagan waved his right to a hearing.[7] His bail was set at $20,000 and was ordered to enter a drug rehabilitation center. [Wiki]

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JTchicago
JTchicago

Actually these images don't do her justice. I've met her in person and she looks ahella lot better then in these pics. She was also not wearing makeup then too. Soooo, for 42 she is pretty fine.

Mike Litoris
Mike Litoris

Time is her enemy. She's one funny gal though.

FoxyRoxy
FoxyRoxy

Sheri Oteri is the best cast member SNL ever had.

I Am Obsessed with Pornstars

She reminds me of this girl from Houston that I used to fuck in the back seat of my Tahoe. Those were the days. Stacey was on seven kinds of anti-depressants, so she used to have this dead-eyed stare when I would be piledriving her. One time I was really giving it to her good, and she was just looking at the ceiling of the Tahoe, not grunting, or moaning, or doing much of anything, while I was really working hard, sweating and making my muscles burn. So I snapped my fingers in front of her face and asked her where she was, and could she please come back, because I was getting ready to cum. She told me to cum inside of her and when I said I didn't think that was a good idea she told me not to worry about it, that she didn't really care. Thank god for Effexor.