My life changed the day I met Joanna Krupa in person. No, not like those girls who become inspired to be models or on TV or mary swarthy hot husband. More like, realizing what I thought was the depths of my passions was merely an artificial floorboard placed there by a subconscious afraid of being overrun by the libido. In short, a man’s profundity of lust is bottomless. There’s no ‘I don’t think I can imagine covering another crazy hot woman in honey and playing Pooh Bear’. There’s always room for more Pooh Bear.
Joanna Krupa was down South Florida way showing off and being photographed in her sextastic little two pice beneath the shade of trees. Joanna truly is one of those walking anomalies of hotness where you lose your breath for a minute when in her presence. That could also be the net effect of blood rushing to your nether regions in an ancient reproductive pre-game stretching routine. I really do love to see Joanna in her bikinis, or less. Any more would be too much. Bless you, Joanna. Enjoy.