I have to wonder why I crossed your mind in between boobs and food. Or maybe I don't want to know. Or why you said it was no particular order, but shot boobs up to the top spot if they were slathered in whipped cream.
I'm happy for you, Dean. Really. My big brother's getting married! And there's no shotguns involved! Good job, man. I'm sure Dad would be...proud in his own way.