Time to get that awful image out of your head of her making out with that fat extra who if given the choice would choose a burrito over sticking his pinky in her ass. The Immaculate Israeli is my personal #1 in the world only makes me want her more dressed as a 1950′s housewife from skank city. The 1950′s woman was required to do three C’s and the three C’s only: Cook, Clean, Cocktickle. Now imagine if that wife wasn’t a chain smoking mother of 4 who was Don Draper’s leftovers and was replaced with the likes of 2013 Bar Rafaeli. Perfection. Plus it helps the fact that I would literally drag my balls through a mile of shattered glass just to hear her fart through a walkie-talkie. Now make me some bacon, bitch.