Kristina Shanon Upskirt at the Hard Rock Casino

When I was twelve, my hero was Luke Skywalker.  Dude was a Jedi Knight fighting an impossible fight against the forces of evil.  Really, a good guy to look up to.  Then I found my uncles collection of Playboy magazines and suddenly hit puberty at that very instant.  It was kind of like seeing a huge, encompassing white light surrounding your soul and just like that: Poof, you no longer care about anything else but the bearded clam.

Since that day, Hugh Marston Hefner has been my Jedi master, guiding me through life, slaying the evils of not having enough hot girls take their clothes off for idiots like me to goggle at.   
And he's banging this.  Check out the full version after the jump.  It's worth the look. And may the force be with you.





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