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Best Uniforms...Ever?

The Lehigh Valley IronPigs just became my "Team B" in minor league baseball, obv. behind the Mud Hens. Choice?

Pens 4 - Wings 3... Damn

// Going into the series, I thought that Anaheim was better than Pittsburgh. Not by a huge margin, because I thought Pittsburgh would be tough, but thought the Ducks were better. After the first two games, even though Detroit won both by a couple goals, I changed my mind on that.

// Anaheim was the more physical team, but throughout this series, I was really impressed with the defense of Pittsburgh. They played the passing lanes incredibly well, played the puck great along the boards and won a lot of the little stick-battles for the puck, and blocked a ton of shots. I think they forced Detroit into more offsides in this one series than they had in the previous three combined. They pressured on the other end very hard, but did it without being reckless the way that Chicago was.

// Just to sort of demonstrate the point on their defense - I think that Fleury started looking shaky a couple minutes before Detroit scored their first goal, misplaying a couple pucks and giving up big rebounds. And Ericsson’s goal was a bad, bad goal to give up. Then he got beat on Kronwall’s shot that hit the crossbar. But after the goal, how many saves did he actually have to make in the final six minutes, prior to the final five seconds? Virtually none. And that was with Detroit pressuring a lot. The shots just weren't getting through to him.

// Don't get me wrong, I think for all their talent that Malkin played like a punk at times and Cindy Crosby is a little girl, but the team as a whole deserves credit for what they accomplished.

// And not saying that Pittsburgh was necessarily more deserving than Detroit. The Wings had opportunities that they didn't capitalize on in Game 7 and the previous game. And maybe having Datsyuk could have tipped game three or four in their favor. Still, I just think it was a series where they were very evenly matched, but only one team can win it...

// Still don’t like Pittsburgh. No choice.

Oh Detroit... The Lions 2009 NFL Draft

// The Lions did have a lot of needs. QB, OL, DL, LB, S...essentially every position on the team save WR. In that respect, people were correct in saying that Detroit could take almost anyone and it would fill a hole. However, good teams--teams that win consistently--start from the trenches. This is as true on the college level as it is in the NFL. There is a reason why Michigan went 40 years without a losing season and why the Lions have gone 50 without winning a title, and generally being uncompetitive throughout most of that span; the disparity in the quality of their lines. UofM always had good lines, while the Lions had poor to merely average.

// The closest the Lions ever came to having a great line that I can remember was with the Eric Andolsek-Mike Utley-Lomas Brown core. When we were kids in the early 90s, that was a promising line. But then Utley was crippled in a game and Andolsek was killed by a semi in his yard. The Lions haven't come close to fielding a good line since. I admit that the comparison is flawed. The differences in competition at the college level can be wide ranging. But there is no doubt what the recipe for success was in Ann Arbor--a strong, powerful run attack based on superior OL play along with a fierce, technically sound and physically punishing defense. Not coincidentally, the Steelers of the 70s won with the same formula. The best teams still win with that formula.

// We were lead to believe, first under Rod Marinelli and now Jim Schwartz, that the Lions were going to "pound the rock". Well, in order to pound the rock you need the road graters to punish the defense. The Lions did nothing to address that. The one OT they took is considered a "finesse" tackle. The Lions had guys within their reach who could have made this team better now. Specifically, Michael Oher at 20. They could have found a quality guard in the third round to pair with the OT and thus solidified their line.

// Despite my feelings on Curry’s future, they could have taken Stafford, drafted Oher, and taken Duke Robinson in the 4th round. They would have been far better off doing that than taking a TE at 20, an OLB who had a 5th-round-grade in the 3rd and who will have to be converted to MLB, as well as a WR in the 3rd. The Lions should have said "we cannot fill all the holes now, so let's follow a proven formula and build our lines." That at least is understandable. We know that it’s not realistic for them to become a solid team in one draft. Alas, what we got was the same nonsensical approach to drafting that we have seen from the Lions for ages.

// With that said, I’ll leave you with some Banks to get ready for a strong Saturday night.

If Tyler Hansbrough was a Cat, He'd Look Like This...

// Does Tyler Hansbrough always look confused?

// Two teams left in college basketball. Michigan State and North Carolina. Well it’s halftime and it’s not looking good for Sparty. But there’s no way Carolina can keep shooting like this…right? We’ll find out.

// Two things:

1) I swear that the bookies always know what they are doing. I found out that the line was inflated despite a lot of people betting on the crew from East Lansing. Even I fell for the trick. A -7.5 spread seemed way too large for a championship game in the underdog’s backyard. But here’s what I’m thinking. State’s going to make a game out of this in the second half. No choice.

2) Sure the true Big Ten fans are pulling for MSU. But I feel that a lot of the country wants Michigan State to win this one. The state of Michigan deserves some good news. The state unemployment rate is 12%. The city of Detroit is 22%. 65% of Detroit retailers don’t think any of the bailout money will even matter. The Lions are the worst NFL team. The Pistons suddenly stink. The city and state are reeling. It was another harsh winter. Season ticket sales for the Tigers plunged 44%. The president essentially fired the head of GM. The auto industry is toast. Chrysler could print money in their basement and they would still be broke for the next 20 years. Ethically and morally, we have to root for Michigan State.

// So here comes the final 20 minutes. Do work Sparty.

Follow it Up

To Follow my last post up: Here is a list of the worst 10 tv shows currently on. I wrote my prior post before seeing what is #1. Other than that I haven't seen any of these shows, I've heard 'Knight Rider' sucks, Heroes was only good for the first season, I've seen about 5 mins of 'The Hills', which is 20 mins too much. Frankly, I'm surprised 'Frank TV' got resigned (PUN!). 'Last Call with Carson Daily' Blah, 'Mind of Mencia' Double Blah....

Late Night with Jimmy Fallon: EPIC FAIL

// I'll be honest, I never liked Jimmy Fallon. I always thought that he was cocky, arrogant, basically not funny, and constantly broke character on SNL to beg for laughter. I understand why most people liked him, he had that cuteness factor to him where he was basically saying 'I have no idea what's going on but it's pretty funny!!!!. I get why someone would laugh at this the first time, but to continue to do so is beyond me. Jimmy Fallon, to me, represents the antichrist. Honestly if you look at what skits and movies he has been in, he might as well directed every single 'Scary Movie', 'Epic Movie’, and 'Disaster Movie'. My point being is the people that like these movies will love the new Late Night with Jimmy Fallon, because after every joke that Fallon makes during the monologue deserves a forced laughter.

// Let’s not lie, Conan’s monologues were never that good, and often did not deserve laughter, if any, but it was the way that he delivered it that made it funny. Jimmy Fallon has no experience in this, he is used to the “AUDIENCE” sign coming on after his horribly delivered jokes, in which if no one laughed he would start laughing to start making everyone else laugh, because hey laughing is funny!. It is if Fallon knows that his jokes are bad, but is not willing to submit, as Conan did, to how bad of a joke it is. This smartass (I don’t know how else to categorize it) way to tell jokes is not going to work out for him. The following at Late Night is going to give him a couple passes at first to allow him to get his bearings, but they won’t allow to much bullshit, allow me to explain.

// Tonight, I watched the premier episode of Late Night with Jimmy Fallon, and felt awkward. While Fallon was delivering his monologue I felt bad for him, I’ve noticed throughout time that I can notice when someone is publicly speaking nervously, and Fallon definitely was. By that, I mean that he was constantly bringing his finger up to wipe his nose, shaking his head, hesitating his words, and giving uncomfortable laughs for approval. I literally felt bad for him, which I’m guessing is not what a new late night show host is striving for. He no longer had that ‘forced laughter’ that basically made him as big of a star as he is. He is now in the stratosphere of actually delivering on jokes (which he is clearly bad at), because that’s the only reason people watch the Late Night show.

// His monologue was to the point of badness that I felt bad for him. The jokes weren’t that bad, I actually think that he has the same writers as Conan, but who knows, I’m too lazy to look it up, but it was just how he delivered him that made me feel bad for him. He basically looked at the TV screen and begged for approval. In which I replied, “Stop looking at me!” The worst part was when he got a legitimate big time star for an interview, Mr. Robert De Niro.

// Fallon: Oh man, (hand up to face) you have no idea what this means to me that you are here.
// Robert De Niro: Yeah…. Well…..
// Fallon: (hand to face) do you realize how big you are?!?!?
// Robert De Niro: Yeah…
// Fallon: (Laughing like a school girl)
// Rober De Niro: (Uncomfortably) So you got any questions?)
// Fallon: HeHeHeHaHaHa
// Robert De Niro: …………………………..
// Fallon: (Still laughing like a school girl) how cool are you??

// That’s about as much as I could watch, maybe he had better questions for Justin Timberlake, but I thank there on the same level.

// Hopefully this does not set a new precedence on Late Night of being a complete douch to the guest and making them feel uncomfortable. I hope that we can take Jimmy Fallon’s training wheels off now, but who fucking knows. All that I know is that I'm not going to waste anymore time watching Late Night with Jimmy Fallon.

S'job Yanks

// I should start by saying that at a young age, some of my best memories went down at the corner of Michigan and Trumbull. Tiger Stadium. Sometimes Pops would take me down for a nightcap and we’d watch Cecil Fielder hit one over the roof (following a burger at Nemos). Or when it was a hot afternoon in July, I would head down there with John Nechiporchik and we’d watch the early-90s Tigs beat up a Central-division rival. And Mike took me to the last game at the stadium, after 88 historical years, where we saw the Tigers mow down the Royals. Strong.

// But, for those in the organization with the deep pockets (i.e. Ilitch), it was time for a change. It was the new millennium, the Tigers were down, and this was a way to get fans back in the ballpark. On one hand, I don’t blame him. There were tons of empty seats in those days. But, as we were told in the press releases, the stadium was breaking down. And just as importantly, there were a lot of “Obstructed View” seats. The pillars, which were built to support the overhanging roof, blocked the viewers’ sightlines in multiple sections. Problem solved: It’s impossible to have a bad seat in Comerica Park.

// So why did I just give you a brief rundown of the old Tiger Stadium? The higher-ups in the Bronx clearly did not take notes. In about a month, the Yankees will open up their new stadium across the street from the House that Ruth Built. While the rest of the country feels the hurting economy, the Yanks have jacked up ticket prices in efforts to pay for their new ballpark.

// However, the price of watching a game for some tickets dropped last week. The obstructed-view seats have gone from $12 to $5, which applies to about 700 seats at the new Yankee stadium. They’ll be sold for $5. So let’s think about this... They spent $8 billion on their new stadium, and they still have 700 obstructed-view seats? That’s like if the Yankees built a car, they’d put the steering wheel in shotgun. Or lets look at this another way. If you go out and rent an apartment, and it costs $800 a month (damn Chicago rents), it probably won’t be perfect. There might be a quirky kitchen…or the bathroom might be a little cramped. But if you spend $1,500 for an apartment, you don’t want the toilet in the living room. Forget the Yankees free agent acquisitions, they can’t even build a stadium right. They have the best architects in the world at their disposal, and they have 700 seats where you can’t see the mound. There’s no other way to say it. If you can’t see the game…why go to the game? If you go down to the stadium with the guys, staring at a pole for three hours isn’t cutting it. I’d rather just stay home in my boxers and drink cheaper beers. Between this and the A-Roid story, I’m seeing a tough ’09 for the Yanks.

// That’s all I got. Have a greasy week. I’ll leave you with this…..

Anyone Up For Depressing Stories?

// I probably couldn't have picked a worser time to take one of my unannounced sabbaticals, but this is just another example of Alanis Morissette's words ringing true. Isn't it ironic? Non-work work (more on that later) always seems to pile up at the exact moment a platter of big news is set on the lazy Susan. Granted, I haven't exactly been chomping at the bit to sit down and find the time to throw in my pennies; the time for me to write has been there, but every time my mind grapes begin to mature, an irresistible distraction shows itself and puts the kibosh on the harvest.

In past instances of this I'd offer a mea culpa. I'm switching up the order and coming right out with it: an apology won't be happening this time around. In truth, I've never actually been sorry when I've ceased posting for weeks at a time. Looking back, it seems almost silly that I've apologized before. I don't even know why I ever wrote, "Sorry for not posting." Is it just "something to say", like when people greet each other with, "How's it going?" and they don't even await the response? And what am I sorry about? Not sharing? Is me not writing a violation of the "nice people always share" edict that was handed down to me from Mrs. DeFran in 1990? These are my thoughts. In times past I've been writing them down as soon as they've entered my noggin. That behavior will be curbed. Posts now will come at a more incidental pace, like if I was on a parade float and only threw candy at good looking women. If something comes up that merits a legitimate attempt, I'll hit it. Otherwise, I'll occupy my time with my other endeavors, ones that don't include feeble attempts at eloquence designed to mask dick jokes. Moving on...

// Like I said, many noteworthy news items have passed with nary a comment from the best blog on the internet. We're going to attempt to touch them all, so this post is likely going to be lengthy. First on the docket is Mike Phelps. Oh, Mikey. Let's peel that onion.

The more I thought about Phelps and his herbal snafu, the more I got this strangely familiar feeling of being scolded myself. Let me explain. Back in my elementary, middle and partly high school days, I was very, very hyperactive. My learning tendencies led to me to many hours of daily boredom. Ever since I can remember, grasping a new subject has come lightning fast to me. I could hear a lesson once and file it away. I knew it'd always be there if I needed it. I was very blessed with something that was a very fortunate gift to have... much later in life. During the roaring 90s in the Grosse Ile public school system - where repetition repetition repetition repetition was the order of the day - the boredom was excruciating. Out of the ~8 hours in a school day, I spent 7.75 of them inside my own brain. Having the attention span of an espresso-soaked flea made those daily doldrums unbearable. That, combined with my daily bids for attention/validation from my classmates, landed me in the principal's office at about a .900 clip.

So why does my school days remind me of Phelps? It's the pundits I hear chastising him. They sound exactly like my parents in the early 90s. Dumbfounded, yes. Disappointed, somewhat. Mostly, there's just a sense of exasperation. See, I never got in trouble for malicious stuff. I was too small to beat up anyone. I never stuck a thumb on Mrs. Rebeschini's chair. It wasn't my style. Without exception, my offenses were summarized with phrases like "unable to focus on daily assignments" and "unwilling to follow class procedures". The reaction at home was always of the "you've got it easy why are you screwing it up?" ilk. That's what Phelps is getting. In a way, his situation almost makes me nostalgic.

As far as personal judgment, I pass none on Michael Phelps. This entire incident - in which he was smoking a little weed ON AN EFFING COLLEGE CAMPUS - is a crystal-clear illustration on how out of whack this country's priorities are concerning the transgressions of our celebrities. I have many more opinions on the criminalization (and the social stigma) of marijuana. I'll save you the time and about 100,000 words for the future. The only question I have left is this: where was this outrage when he pled guilty to driving while impaired? Seriously! He was hitting a bong load at a party. He gets suspended from swimming? He gets yanked from Kellogg's? Here's the logic that comes out of this. Smoking some weed at a private party = a really, really awful thing to do. Getting drunk and driving my car down the boulevard = not nearly as bad. Stepping into Kellogg's shoes: while I really dislike what they did, I can understand why they did it, and that's what wrong with the public. The stigma around reefer is unconscionable. What kills more people every year, pot or drunk driving? What causes more families to be in pain, pot or drunk driving? What causes millions more dollars in damage every year, pot or drunk driving? I get really frustrated when I see this kind of reaction to marijuana use when only years before, THE SAME EFFING GUY pled guilty to drunk driving and was completely admonished shortly thereafter. Ugh.

// Speaking of drugs and sports heroes, my thoughts on Alex Rodriguez and his use of performance enhancing drugs are much more concise. By the way, we've got to come up with a more easily-wielded phrase than "performance enhancing drugs." I don't really know why I'm sick of hearing it, I just am. I mean, it's definitely an accurate phrase, and I usually go for that sort of thing, but we need to get something shorter. Getting back to it, the whole thing for me shakes down like this: moderately disappointing. Was I shocked? No. The sad state of affairs is that nobody's been above suspicion for a long time now. This incident just galvanized that fact. What's more sad to me is that these greedy steroid-using pricks are ruining the game, further cementing its second-tier status to our now-true national pastime, football. I love baseball, but it will never ever again be as sacred it was when our Dads were growing up. I don't like to think about this too much.

// Lately, an even more (at least for me) heartbreaking news item has been dominating the media: Chris Brown's domestic abuse of Rihanna. This one really took the wind out of my sails for so many reasons. I like Rihanna. I like Chris Brown. I liked them being a couple. Not only that, but I really dig Chris Brown's music. He has sooo much talent; his dancing and singing really remind me of Michael in his hey. If that weren't enough, I really liked him as a personality. He came across so polished and genuine in his appearances. Sure he was a bit cocky, but not in a way that made you want to punch him like Ne-Yo. It was more of a fun kind of cocky, like Isiah Thomas. When the initial shock passes, we're left wondering why did he did this. Fights between boyfriends and girlfriends aren't rare, and sure, sometimes they get very heated. It'd be prudent to say that on occasion a person's emotions run so high that their judgment takes a 15th row seat to their rage. That can happen to almost anybody -- we're all human. But there's allegations that he was choking her until she passed out! If you're choking someone so hard that they pass out, it had better be in 100% cut-and-dry self defense. It's hard to imagine that Chris Brown needed to defend himself with that much gusto. Gosh, the more I type about this the more I realize why I (subconsciously?) didn't want to. I'm getting pretty bummed out.

// I'm ending earlier than I had planned, but let's end on an uplifting/redeeming note! I finally saw Frost/Nixon yesterday, thus completing my Academy Award-nominated movie viewing blitz (minus Vicky Cristina Barcelona and Rachel Getting Married because I decided last year that I'd pay zero attention to the Best Actress and Best Supporting Actress categories after Tilda Swinton won Supporting last year and Cate Blanchett was robbed of Best Actress). The Oscars this year were great. The ceremony was really fun to watch, especially the new way they presented the acting awards with past winners complimenting the performances. I also thought Hugh Jackman did an awesome job hosting. I had no idea he could sing and dance so well.

In years past, I've really disagreed with the Best Picture selection. I thought Michael Clayton - despite Tilda Swinton - was far and away the best movie in last year's ceremony. I thought The Aviator was better than Million Dollar Baby. It's not like I harbor any real resentment. After all, although I really really love movies and everything about them, I'm far from a legitimately credible critic.

That being said, it was nice to finally agree with the Academy's decision on Best Picture. If you haven't seen Slumdog, you really should go see it tonight. I mean it. It's such a wonderful movie. When Miggy and I break down TV and movies via email as we often do, our critiques almost always boil down to one central question: to what extent does what you're watching evoke emotions? It's why I like The Dark Knight so much (which should've been nominated 5 billion times before Benny Button). That movie made me feel extremely tense and actually a little bit frightened. The Office is the same way. Sometimes when I watch that show, I feel so awkward and uncomfortable that I will literally cringe and divert my eyes from the screen for some respite. I've never been ashamed to admit it: I always cry at the endings of Rudy and Field of Dreams. These are the things that stick with you and become pleasures to watch in nearly every way. I promise you'll get similar effects when viewing Slumdog Millionaire. Even though the plot points are well-known to just about everybody by now, I won't ruin anything else by yammering on. Just trust me and see the movie. It's definitely the best movie of the year.

// Peace out.

Science That Matters

// Hey, look! I've improved the Snuggie! See, my Snuggie isn't the same as everyone else's. Mine wraps around the entire body and has my college's name written on it. Also, mine is extremely portable. Sometimes, I'll even wear it at work - all day - and no one will say a thing! Isn't that awesome?

// I did myself a little shopping this past Friday. It was a retail therapy kind of thing. Lately, I've been winning the game of life and I decided to go sick. I ended up with some incense and a copy of GQ. Nevertheless, it was a nice little afternoon. While walking up and down Grand River Avenue, some inspiration struck me. Not "million dollar idea"-type inspiration, but still. It started with an iota of personal terror. I was listening to The B.S. Report podcast and enjoying a robust chat between Bill Simmons and SNL's Seth Meyers. (By the way, if you're not already getting down with 3-4 good podcasts, I highly suggest you start. There are soooo many great podcasts out there. They'll really augment your daily enjoyment.) So I'm listening to the podcast and the two entertainers are cracking wise about the show. Simmons said something particularly funny - I can't recall exactly what - and before I could recoil, a big idiot smile charged onto my face. It took me about three seconds to reel it in and another 5 minutes to calm down. Why? Because I have a weird thing about looking like a simp in front of everyday passersby. It's one thing to do something dumb in front of friends or family. I have no problem with that. In fact, I do it on purpose, and quite often. For whatever reason, I fear looking like a moron in front of complete strangers; people I've never seen before and will likely never see again. I'm not sure why that is. My brief personal moment of abject terror aside, I took away a valuable, if otherwise inapplicable lesson: don't listen to something that will make you laugh when you don't want to be seen laughing. The rule can also apply when I'm listening to Michael Jackson, whose ridiculously awesome songs always seem to make me dance embarrassingly. Countless times I've caught myself ambiguously grabbing my crotch in very public forums. Not good times.

Anyways, let's hit the inspiration I received. I would like a device that could eavesdrop on other people's iPods. Wouldn't that be fun? Not only would I like it for listening to other people's iPods, but I think I would enjoy knowing that other nearby people are potentially eavesdropping in on my iPod. I can imagine sitting on a bar patio and giving an occasional Broseph the patented "ess-eating-grin-with-subtle-acknowledging-nod" when I like a song the Broseph is jamming to.

I also like the idea of iPod eavesdropping (iDropping?) because of the effect it would have on our understanding of stereotypes. You see, I have two distinct thoughts concerning stereotypes. For starters, I love it when a stereotype is proven true. Miggy and I went down to Atlanta this past summer to visit our buddy J$. Our first night there, we experienced Buckhead's fairly robust bar scene. The stereotypical payoff? Every single guy there looked like one of those idiots from MTV's Two-a-Days. The silly hair, the complete lack of dress sense, the constant look of exhaustion; it was all coming out quicker than a post-Taco Bell dook, and I couldn't help but be amused when everyone I saw looked exactly how I'd imagined they would. By the flip side of the coin, it's also somewhat satisfying when a stereotype is debunked. A nice example of this can be found in the movie Finding Forrester. I'm referring to the scene in which Jamal approaches Forrester's assistant guy in the projects and the assistant reacts as if Jamal is eyeing his BMW for a gank. Jamal then procedes, quite cockily, to display his intellectual feathers and school the assistant guy on the history of BMW before adding for good measure, "...but you probably know that 'cuz you lease one." OOOOOHHHH!!!!! It was a good scene and it illustrates the point quite well. So stereotypes can be fun in both ways.

As far as iDropping goes, imagine the potential fun to be had when applying stereotypes! Picture this: you're outdoors, enjoying a nice wheat beer on one of those perfect early spring afternoons. Ah, what have we here? Down the sidewalk comes a very proper looking young lady. She's got the cardigan buttoned up, the 60-year-old librarian glasses, her hair in a tight ponytail; she really personifies conservative. Wouldn't it be weirdly neat if she was listening to something like 2 Live Crew or DJ Assault? Stereotype debunked! With authority! By the same token, wouldn't it be cool to witness a guy trying his hardest to look like Gavin DeGraw actually listening to Gavin DeGraw? Stereotype confirmed! I really wish someone would invent this. I'd stay out every night till 3 just checking people. Dare to dream...

// I've touched on it before, but I'd like to reiterate: I'm very interested in names. I like the thought process behind naming children. I like the responses certain names seem to elicit. I realize it's kind of a weird thing to be engrossed by, but such is life. I've recently found myself in a bit of a quandary. I'll preface what I'm about to say with something I believe to be inevitable: I'm going to sire only girls. I've always believed that fate has an acute sense of irony. Ergo me, a young man who loves his own last name and says it constantly to anyone within earshot, will not beget any sons to carry on the glorious surname. I've accepted this as fact. Anyways, a while ago my fascination with names inevitably led me to conjure up my choices for my own future brood. Keeping in mind the female makeup, I came up with the following (in order and I'm shutting down the factory if I'm lucky enough to get 3): Layla, Scarlet, Sheila. The reasons are pretty simple: Layla and Sheila are homages to the (Eric Clapton and Ready For The World, respectively) songs and Scarlet is my favorite color. I think they're great names, but fear is causing hesitation. My fear is that I'm not using my brain enough to consider all the potential ways the names can be marred and mangled into (sexual) puns. I don't want some future version of Booger from Revenge of the Nerds making sex jokes about my daughters. The last thing 40-year-old Mike needs is another assault charge, and by now it should be well known: I don't play. So, dear readers, if you would be so kind, can you please ponder potential zingers that make fun of my future daughters names? I'd very much appreciate the effort.

// Aw, Baby... Link Dump.
+ This Is Why You're Fat. Not too long ago, I might have pleasured myself to this site. Good times.
+ NSFW. A joystick that uses your own penis as the interface. The reason this post is titled what it is.
+ New Era Fantastic Four Pack. The Invisible Woman one is the coolest, with half the hat made to look like it's transparent.
+ Now here is something very interesting. Video games made to look like yesteryear's book covers. Huh.
+ Shark Fin Ice Tray. These would be perfect for a Buffett concert. Maybe I just wanted to brag that I'm going to a Buffett concert this summer.
+ An Amazon Customer Review of a Pen. In the same vein of this review of Dunston Checks In. I like the idea of leaving little jokes on the internet that people may or may not find.

// Hasta luego.

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