The editorial staff agonized over the final selection for each year. Agonized. Who should it be? Letha Weapons? Deena Duos? Zoryna Dreams? Candy Cantaloupes? All were worthy. When the wheel stopped spinning, the pointer stopped at Wendy Whoppers. 1993 was a major year in the onslaught of the mega-boobed girls. The revolution was at fever pitch. The boob magazines were at war on the newsstands. The girls were flooding the nudie clubs. They were on television. In newspapers.