I do a double-take every time I go into my building's bodega and see this cardboard cut-out of Mr. Dogg. He hangs out at the front of the store, next to the crackers and the fruit bins, and he looks very life-like.
I always get the feeling that he knows I'm there for a late-night Cheetos fix...and he's judging me.
Leave it alone, Snoop. Sometimes a girl just needs some Cheetos.