I have never felt so perfectly encapsulated by four pictures before. If only there were a Dorito-filled burrito spilling upon the chest of an 18-year-old girl with C cups while that girl looked up "Steve Perry" in the dictionary.
I think a large chested girl with Doritos as a head would be pretty damn sweet!
This just goes to support what both EG and one of my close guy friends has told me: Don't ask a man what he's thinking - you DON'T wanna know.
Journey? Check. Doritos? Check.Fancified word thingys? Check. Boobies? Double-check. I'm starting to think that perhaps we were separated at birth.
"A snack, a hardback, a rack and the daddy mac."Just call me Carnac.
My avatar being where/what it is, I'm totally "staring" at that chick's boobs.
If only they would make Dorito flavored breasts, then I would have something to nibble on while reading the dictionary and playing my Journey albums.And yes, there is no hope for our generation.Doc
Dear godish thing, why did you make men all alike? And I thought mine was the only one? I am truly scared. sigh.
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