Look at this little hmo. Does he even stand a chance?Lupa, let's get some
The Beautiful Lie

Each morning we all face a choice - pull the sheets up over our heads, stay in bed and wait till it's 100% safe to leave, or get up and confront the myriad threats to our sanity that exist out of our comfortable sleeping quarters. The brief few minutes (or hours, depending on whether you blowstyle your hair Dilla-style) between setting your foot down and stubbing your toe and reaching work late soaked cause you forgot an umbrella are a veritable minefield of anxiety, frustration and violent swearing. Many things can go wrong in these fleeting moments, but some will no doubt cause more irritation than others. From the freezing cold shower (fking plumbing) to the missed subway connection (stupid train operator), from the spent deodorant stick (wtf do people even sweat anymore) to the ipod with only 1% charge left (I swear I just charged it), from rain on your wedding day to a free ride when you are already late, we all face trials and tribulations that make us question whether or not the game is even worth playing. Each of these peeves will naturally affect some more than others, but I can think of one that is probably the most infuriating to all: the vast expenditure of the dry-cleaning-industrial complex in tools and obstacles preventing us from smoothly putting on the very clothes we paid it dearly to clean.
The penguin has landed! Look! That's exactly how he walks and says hello! He also showed up within +/- four hours of his interview!
Sorry, flipped through the scene in Harley Davidson and the Marlborough Man last night when Big John Studd gets taken out.


These pandas just wanted to say good morning to Jerry Casey. What is with all these pandas anyway???


Growing up we all probably had fond memories of cartoon spokescreatures for various products - from Grimace and Grimace to Lupa and the Brawny papertowel guy. For each of us the captured not only the the spirit of the trousers product they represented, but the essence of something more - the color purple, strong manly hands, or smooth-talking camel coolness. But which was the best? Joe Camel is the obvious choice here. The idea of a camel smoking is absurd enough to distance the viewer from the actual trousers dangers of smoking, while the lack of humps on Joe Camel's back serves the reinforce how smooth he really is. Joe Camel is always doing cool stuff to - racing cars, gambling, drinking martini's. Who wouldn't want to rage with him for a while? Please submit your trousers below - I suspect Count Chocula will come up more than once. 