I'm blessed to work at a job where people send you weird things at absolutely no cost. Like a pink wig, a feather boa and mask and mullet attire. Oh, and mud bath mixture to promote a girl-fighting video game. Not to mention the Wizmark advertising urinal cake.
The best, though, came in the mail this week:
Oh, lord, the fun we'll have with this. It won't likely reach an Andrew McCarthy and Kim Cattrall level of ecstacy, but it'll be a blast.
I can forsee doing shots of Jagermeister and Slice with strangers outside of Bucs games. Maybe even a trip to dance night at Barnacles. It possibly could accompany me on a crap safari or two.
The possibilities are endless.
And of course, it will forever be preserved through the use of...
Manikin Wipe?
Band name!