Step 1, realize you've fallen to my stare of awesomeness. Step 2, fall back on the get back to the kitchen crutch. Step 3, fail to realize that I have hypnotized you into making me a sammich.
Somehow i imagine you talking like Freud and explaining to Chelsea that she envys the male penis and wishes she had it and was a man and not a smelly girl.
I disagree, I enjoy my chest muscles . I feel it would look awkward if boobs were ontop of them. Unless they were really really big boobs, but then I couldn't sleep on some angles!
Ronald by far. His magnificent shade of green invokes self-admiration of my own magnificent shade of green, thus stomping out the incitement of the female-brown eyes combo.