Presumably, the sound produced by this collision is that of appreciative applause from ogling gentlemen -with no pants on- everywhere.
Today, we are educated in the noble art of sitting bare-assed on what appears to be somebody's pillow (where the aforementioned piteous soul's actual face will soon be). It's a vengeance tactic/massive f--k you that we've all gleefully engaged in countless times, naturellement:
"Dude, wake up!"
"I wiped my ballsack across your pillow a half hour ago!"
"Bastard!You get me with that one every time!"
Ah, the revelry of youth. Additionally, the vast snacktacular array suggests this young lady won't move from her nerd nest/shithole until 2019 or so. It may -may- belong to the guy a few paces behind with the camera (and erection), but we shan't be pernickety.
Also in this week's gallery: Wonder Woman's wonder-chest and many more melons.