Hunhnnnhgh....

This ode to joy that flies from my lips is in honor of the hot bod. You dudes, for the most part, can tell from the wrapper what you're getting: Reese's Peanut Butter Cup means chocolate and peanut butter. Tight shirt with cleavage and low riders means big tits and cute ass. But the moment of truth for me is when the t-shirt comes off and is tossed casually aside. It's the Cracker Jack box prize all over again: will I get the cool rub-off tattoo? Or the stupid puzzle game? When the prize looks like that pic, I've been known to become dangerously dehydrated from loss of drool; swerve dangerously into oncoming traffic due to excessive admiration; and throw myself like a sex-crazed warthog into your bedroom window. So guys, please: when undressing, proceed with caution.