God, I enjoy Rachel Roxxx in her Crazy Country Gals gig. I enjoy it so much that I've paid for her and her XXL mounds to come over to my motel guest room for the night and rail me like a motherfucking cowgirl. She's going to reenact that vignette, with her country garb and country twang, and pound me until I lasso her with my nut-juice. She's on her way over now, so I'd nicer giddyup.