In the immortal words of the 69 Boyz, and the Watson to their Holmes, the Quad City DJ, "To the front, to the front, to the back, to the back, now dip baby dip, come on, let's dip baby dip, dip baby just dip, baby dip, baby dip." Now, I'm not sure if they were talking about a certain avocado spread or fingerblasting your teenage girlfriend in her parents' garage, but one thing is certain: Those mutha' fuckas was spot on. It truly is all about the dip. Whether it's Tostitos, Sun chips, Baked Lays, a shriveled up scrotum, Herr's, Utz, the same shriveled up scrotum now dipped in blue ink, or Pringles... the same principle always applies. You're going to want to dip them in, on, or around something moist. Personally, I'd have to agree with the culinary genius that whipped up the creamy indulgence pictured above. If you're going to dip, might as well plunge an Original flavor Sun Chip into a thick, green, cilantro-laden guac served from the hollowed out testes of a recently-neutered, gigantic, black man. Just sayin'. So, bravo sir or madam on the inventiveness of the plating, the attractiveness of the dish, and the general disregard for at least one man's genitalia. Here's to hoping the foreskin stays far, far away from the tamales.