Krista partied all night, got dropped off at an antique shop in the A.M., and that's where we came across her. She was primed, ready, willing, and... Christ! Look at those phenomenal jugs! Lordy, lordy, she couldn't freakin' wait to hop into our van and freakin' POUNCE on a big stinky weener! Krista, we freakin' love you!
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