Sorry, but it’s going to

Sorry, but it’s going to be all wedding all week. Or at least until I finish the page dedicated to last weekend. Here’s the happy couple. Right now they are honeymooning on an island in Maine with no Internet access. I envy them. …
So you have all watched Queer Eye… and maybe you have come to the realization that I have. They are trying to recruit us. Not to be homosexuals, mind you, but credit-card abusing massive consumers. Five minutes into that show and I’m looking around my apartment mentally spending major dollar signs. This weekend I’m redoing the kitchen and organizing my closet or I’m watching football and drinking for eight hours. There’s just not enough time in the day not to repress your feminine side.

A very clever marketer at the hair gel factory realized one day that they were only selling to 50% of the population. The next day he invented the metrosexual. The same guy probably worked at Bic back in the day and convinced women to shave their legs, so I do owe him for that one. Leg hair gives me the jibblies.

RIDDLE OF THE WEEK:

A prisoner is told “If you tell a lie we will hang you; if you tell the truth we will shoot you.” What can he say to save himself?

Answer to last week’s: All the children are boys, so any half you choose is all boys.

SOTD: Major props for PNC Park. Here’s to the ‘Burgh.