Ladies - Stress out on Testicles

Yeah, You heard me! Lucky ladies everywhere are getting into the shrimping business. If you don't know what shrimping is, please look it up! For only $5.56 USD you too can practice shrimping at home without a guy. Deal Extreme now has a handy Testicle shaped stress reliever. http://www.dealextreme.com/details.dx/sku.10546

The two things I find most interesting about this item is A) It's listed under "Hard to find Gadgets" B) The wang is super tiny. I don't know if the Wang is that tiny as a joke or it has to do with the anatomy of the creator. If you look through the other photos of the item, you'll see that not only does this set of testicles have an itsy bitsy wang, but it also has gills. This is the first pair of amphibian testicles in the world. Is it possible that Mer-Man from He-Man dedicated had his balls casted and made into a stress reliever for women?

PS> Not to be outdone, the men have a Giant boobie stress reliever! I ♥ Boobies As you can see - The lady model loves boobies too!
http://www.dealextreme.com/details.dx/sku.10544

Fruit of the Loom

As a child, I always remembered there being four fruit of the loom characters. Apple Guy, Green Grape guy and Purple Grape guy, and someone else. I recently saw a fruit of the loom commercial, and noticed that the fourth fruit of the loom guy was a brown lumpy turd looking guy. What kind of fruit is this guy. I did a bit of research and found that the fourth guy is not a whack of used toilet paper stuck together. The fourth guy is actually a bunch of leaves. Now, maybe it's just me, but I don't think a bunch of leaves constitutes a fruit or a loom. Where the hell did they come up with this guy? They didn't want to make Orange Guy? Maybe it was too tough to find a third colour of grapes?

I would like to suggest they replace compost leaves guy with Banana guy. Who wouldn't want to walk around in a pair of tighty whities boasting a banana?

I say they replace Leaf guy with this banana guy!



Or maybe replace the whole fruit dress up theme and have a bunch of overweight men wearing unitards! Hot!

The Tips Just don't cut it, I'm going to hock used coats

So, I had the pleasure of heading out to Dragonfly Night Club yesterday. If you haven't been, you should go. it's not all that bad. Crazy drunk tourists and lots of short people. I felt like a giant. They weren't as short at the people in the Maltese clubs, but still short none the less. Pace Ville Represent! In addition to a good time at the Club, my good friend and fishing buddy Kenny was there.

At the end of the night, we said our goodbyes, finished our bevies and headed to the coat check. As we handed in our tickets, I noticed something wasn't right. I didn't receive my jacket. Now, you might have though I'd be worried that the Coat check girls were obviously drunk, or the fact that the coat check girl had made three trips to the back with a confused look on her face. I really wasn't. What worried me was that the drunk coat check supervisor started saying telling me that I should have memorized my coat check ticket number. Who the hell does she think I am? The Amazing Kreskin? Rain Man? What person in the world memorizes their coat check ticket? She then said that it was possible that they put my coat on the counter and someone took it accidentally. I assured her this wasn't the case. I gave a description of my Clark Grizwold parka, and within seconds the drunkie coat check girl brought out my coat.

In the end I got my coat, but what bugged me was that the coat check supervisor assumed it was my fault that I didn't have my coat. She blamed me for not giving a ticket, then said it was taken by another patron, then told me it was my responsibility to have memorized the number on the coat check ticket. She placed all the blame on me without once going to the back and looking to see if my coat was there. Now, maybe I'm expecting too much from a coat check clerk, although really, their only role there is to make sure the coat gets checked in and then gets checked out.