Topanga coming in hot folks! Honestly the first time I've been excited about an issue of Maxim magazine since like 2001*. But when the hottest girl of TGIF hits the front page you better believe I'm getting myself a copy. Like how old is Topanga? Mid-30's? Still throwing 95 mph heat. Like I've been staring at this picture since 9:30am like it was one of those magic eye posters:

Unreal. Come on Topanga! Let me touch something!

*There was a time in my life when Maxim was VERY important. And I know I'm not alone there. It had articles about booze and half naked women and you didn't have to get a brown bag to buy it. Then you turn 18 or grow a beard and you no longer need Maxim. Kind of reminds me of the end of Toy Story 3 where Andy realized he didn't need Woody anymore and gave him to someone who would play with him**.

**Creepy metaphor or creepiest metaphor?

PS: I guess Kelly Kapowski just did a photo shoot for Me in My Place? Take a look:

Yes please! I mean how about the mid-90's cold war going on! Come on Winnie Cooper! Where you at!