There's nothing about Joanna Krupa at the Dancing With The Idiots Stars after party that is in any way subtle or subdued. The dress, the "f*ck me" pumps, the hair, the body - they're all basically screaming "do me" at a volume equal to that of a jet engine strapped to your back. Not that there's anything wrong with that. Yeah, you might find more conversation in a woman who takes her time. But I doubt you'd have as much fun.
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