So here is the question I based this around: Can you kill Topanga? If you’re like me, you grew up with Topanga. You loved her. You wanted to bang her in the worst way. So now you have your chance, but you’d have to kill either Helen Flanagan or Danielle Knudson, two ridiculously absurdly hot girls. Flanagan is your freaky deaky British model, and Knudson is a first rate potato sack girl. I need her sitting next to me at ever Thanksgiving dinner for the rest of my life. But then Topanga. Is she a must-fuck? Bragging rights to your friends for forever. YOU fucked Topanga. Imagine being able to say that to your buddies. Luckiest guy on the planet. But do you do it at the expense of one of the other two? Decisions, decisions.
Marry: Danielle Knudson. One way ticket to Breezyville.
Fuck: Topa…nah. I can’t do it. I’m fucking big tits. Then probably regretting not fucking Top…Nope. I just changed my mind. I’m fucking Topanga. I’d regret it too much if I didn’t.
Kill: Big tits.