I can’t imagine what it would be to live next door to Joanna Krupa. I’m not saying that I would be peeking over my fence daily with binoculars, because there’d probably be a couple days a year when I might be away, but most every day most certainly. How could you not be leering at the hot neighbor lady in her bikinis by the pool seemingly endlessly preening about in her yard, not so much building any suntan as merely showing the world how she’s clearly the hottest housewife in the fold.
Ah, the life of a model and wife and business woman in the business of being hot. I surely do admire Joanna, beginning with her bum and working out from there. Every adventure needs a starting point. Enjoy.