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As promised, or threatened, here’s Karina Smirnoff‘s Playboy cover. Take a moment. Now tell me how much she gets for her Sharpie endorsement. Or if I should get a side of bacon or maple sausage with those tits. Maybe Karina and I can order that for lunch, because in a world that make any kind of fucking sense, that’s obviously when her shift at the strip club next to the Vietnamese nail salon would end.
Arm yourself with the best jokes for your large foreheaded frenemies.
