I had a longer titled envisioned, but this just about says it all. Holly Peers is one of the reasons I get up each day, along with my NFL licensed football alarm clock and my emotionally-retarded dog Mr. Fiddles who wets himself in my bed when he's having a bad morning. But I'd trade in that alarm clock, and even Mr. Fiddles, for a few moments of glorious hanging out time with Holly stripping out of her white lingerie. Just so ridiculously hot, I feel the need to sing or dance or, you know, sing and dance with the door locked and the lights turned way down.
Featured in the new edition of Nuts magazine, Holly Peers exemplifies the need for little staging or artiness or even clothing in revealing the fine female form of one stellar looking lady. Just a smile and those faptastic funbags are more than enough to send me to heaven. Outstanding, Holly. Bless you. Enjoy.