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For the fashion plate who has everything -- pre-worn -- finally there's something equally silly for the feet: pre-worn, dirtied, scuffed shoes. Or, more precisely, sneakers. Pure white, but blackened and soiled just enough to make them look...gross. We say, if you want crappy looking sneakers, come over to our house, check out our basement or garage. We'll sell you ours cheap, plus...read more.

Apparently some people want to get back to their roots...deep roots, like when people ran around uttering only consonants and ate live wolves and elephants and believed the rock was the planet's only (and only necessary) tool, implement, universal remote. For these people, who like rocks, there's Caveman Tableware -- introduced by a Dutch designer who enables people to eat on dishes, bowls, etc. as in the olden days; or, if you look more closely, using stuff that, if your 3 year old brought...read more.

We endorse wholeheartedly the new C-String -- modernization at its best. A decided improvement on the reliable and way too old fashioned G-String. No more silly straps and inconvenient "coverage" -- just the essentials: a microscopic one-size-fits-all-butts single piece of clothing, pure functionality, for all those occasions when nudity isn't close to being sexy enough and the G-String frankly is an ...read more.

Look, Louisville isn't the burbs but it isn't NYC or Paris either. And we're very impressed by the recent local marketing campaign there -- which takes Vegas and basically doubles down:  Bored living where you are? Not getting laid enough? Louisville -- nakedly dubbing itself the "City of Possibility" -- is for you. Louisville's core new promotional TV ad: A young man gazes through a fence, longing (literally) for the girlfriend of his dreams...read more.

You're tense, pissed off. You want to let it all out, scream, rant. You deserve to. But where and to whom? Now it's easy. Just call Vent By Phone -- seriously -- a new phone service that charges by the minute to let you scream holy hell to your heart's (and wallet's) content -- for $2.99/minute. You actually get a real person on the other line who promises not to judge you or to scream back...read more.