It’s Movember

During Movember (the month formerly known as November) I’m growing a Moustache. That’s right I’m bringing the Mo back because I’m passionate about tackling men’s health issues and being proactive in the fight against prostate cancer.

To donate to my Mo you can either:

1. Click this link https://www.movember.com/us/donate/donate-details.php?action=sponsorlink&rego=1784846&country=us and donate online using your credit card or PayPal account, or
2. Write a check payable to the ‘Prostate Cancer Foundation’, referencing my Registration Number 1784846 and mailing it to:

Prostate Cancer Foundation
Attn: Movember
1250 Fourth St
Santa Monica, CA, 90401

All donations  are tax-deductible to the extent permitted by law.

The money raised by Movember is donated directly to the Prostate Cancer Foundation which will use the funds for high-impact research to find better treatments and a cure for prostate cancer.

Did you know:

• Prostate cancer is the most common non-skin cancer in the US with one in six American men developing the disease and more than 28,000 men dying of the disease every year.
• African American men and those with a family history of prostate cancer are twice as likely to develop the disease and should have regular annual testing starting at 45. All other men should commence testing at 50.
• Prostate cancer is 90% curable if detected and treated early.

For those that have supported Movember in previous years you can be very proud of the impact it has had and can check out the details at:
[ Fundraising Outcomes ].

Movember culminates at the end of month Gala Partés. If you would like to be part of this great night you’ll need to purchase a [ Gala Parté Ticket ].

Thanks for your support.

Everything’s better with bacon!

Tired of being lost and unnoticed in a sea of boring, black tuxedos? Want something that says, “I’m classy,” but also, “I’m delicious?” Want to make a real splash at your cousin’s Bar Mitzvah? You’ll be happier than a pig in slop when you put on Uncle Oinker’s Bacon Scented Bacon Print Tuxedo.

Congratulations! You have herpes!

File this one under best idea I’ve heard today: a California non-profit organization has created virtual greeting cards to give your one night stand after you’ve possibly infected them with a sexually transmitted disease! Just pop in Saturday night’s e-mail address on Sunday morning, and you’ve done your duty.

PETA Urges Ben & Jerry’s To Use Human Milk

Yay!  If PETA throwing buckets of ‘blood’ on children walking of a Kentucky Fried Chicken is cool, but just not weird enough to get you involved, check this out.  The People for the Ethical Treatment of Animals (read:  crazy people) have written a letter to the makers of Ben and Jerry’s ice cream, encouraging them to use human breast milk instead of good old American cow’s milk.

Worst Campaign Commercial Ever

What do parrots, consumer advocacy, and presidential politics have in common?  Great question.

For some reason, Ralph “Unsafe at Any Speed” Nader feels a constant need to run for president.  And what do you do when you want to run for president, but don’t actually want to be the president?  You run as the nominee for the Green Party.

But what if even they won’t have you anymore?  What if you’re so desperate to still matter to the same throngs of Americans you once saved from fiery deaths in the Chevrolet Corvair, but your old buddies won’t have you?

You run as an independent!  And one of the great things about running as an independent, I’m sure, is being free from the constraints that a party would put on you; no more compromising your principles in the face of popular wisdom, no more worries about raising money for the party when you could be raising it for yourself, and, most importantly, no more high-dollar campaign advisers.  And that’s where this commercial comes in.  Watch it after the jump.

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Nothing says “CERTAIN DEATH” like a dancing bear.  Video after the jump.

Hope You Have Robot Insurance

Have you had a major earthquake, but you don’t have anything to do with all those pesky dead bodies?  Then you need the assistance of Japan’s newest zombie robot– Robokiyu! Originally designed to help scoop live bodies from debris-filled disaster sites, Robokiyu has been redesigned to actually devour the bodies of casualties.  But how does it know you’re dead, and not just resting?

Then again, there’s something that feels strangely right that it’s the Japanese who have created a corpse-eating monster robot.

[Via Weird Asia News]

The Great Satan calling. . . .

What is, “Scheme most likely to cause international incident,” for $500, Alex?

With great foresight and, I’m certain, pure, non-political interests, the Campaign for a New American Policy on Iran (CNAPI?  You think they’d be able to afford a better acronym) has wisely decided to open up the lines of communication between the U.S. and not-so-normal rogue state Iran–literally.

Nothing says “True Love Waits” like having it printed on your ass

Let’s say you want to straddle the line between “teenage slut,” and “can I get pregnant from a toilet seat,” but you just don’t know how to shouting your feelings to the world. Never fear: K-Mart has solved your dilemma, by offering these great sweatpants, boldly emblazoned with the slogan, “True Love Waits.”

These bright yellow (or blue! or gray!) sweatpants aren’t only the height of teen and tween fashion (fleece is always soooooo in) but they also loudly proclaim to the world that, whatever the world might think, they aren’t seeing your panties. (OMG DID I JUST SAY PANTIES???)

Man Uses Gun As Back Scratcher; Hilarity Ensues

Fort Worth’s Jorge Espinal, obviously a super genius, found himself playing poker and drinking at 4 in the morning, when he had an itch that just wouldn’t go away.  Asking one of his poker buddies to help out, or reaching a stiff hairbrush down his shirt, wouldn’t do the trick.

So, Jorge did what anyone playing drunk poker at 4am would do:  He stuck his revolver down the back of his shirt.  And not only did he get the itch scratched, he wound up shooting the damn thing off.

The story is at the Dallas Morning News.