>>14871548"Let's go."
Just imagine being in her living room. The lights are turned off, the room lit only by the blue glow of her modest 40" flatscreen. We're snuggled up in the same heavy-duty Mexican swap-meet blanket, watching LA Knight do his thing, feeling the warmth of her breath as she faintly recites every "Yeah!" commanded by the Knightster.
I'm so fucking lonely, bros.