She's lucky to be alive.
No, not that she could've died in a fall. She's used to balancing on her knees, spreading her legs, and skiing down a slope while her wet twat dries out.
She's even used to taking a tumble while remembering the times she took it up the ass (with only a quick slide of an ice cream cone up and down her butt crack for lube).
She could've died if she STAYED with the dirty bastard. Just how long any woman could stand looking at a guy's face when it resembles a sack of mahogany door knobs, I don't know. But a few more years, and she would've wracked up as many beatings as blonde Nicole Simpson did with her favorite sports trophy, O.J.
Either he would've accidentally beaten her to death, or Vonn would've done what Tiger's wifey did and suddenly grab a club and try and beat the shit out of that garden weasel.
It's a shame, though, knees can heal 100% but not brain damage. PS, Lindsey, you spell VONN with TWO N's. Some might say that with you, one N was more than fucking enough.
Signed, WELL WISHER.
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