As much as I want to stare at those wheels (that is indded some hip shit), as much as I want to stare at those boots (seriously, where would a person buy something like that?), I simply cannot tear my eyes away from Mariah Carey‘s boobs. I know she is roly-poly and a little round, and I’m convinced she would be terrible lay, but that doesn’t stop me from bonking the underside of my desk with my fully clothed unit when I bore holes in my screen trying to use The Force to instantaneously materialize her breastacles into my hands.










