I know, I know…I post aout my dear wife’s birthday and everything goes to poop. Literally. Some men will start thinking about candy, luxury sheets, flowers and Axe body spray. Me? I go the douche route. I talk more about the human hindquarters than a bunch of aliens at an autopsy convention – ButtCon 2011 at the Javits…perhaps you’ve heard of it?

Anyway, waste of space that I may seem to be, I do know my wife finds me occasionally funny and might even appreciate this foray into comic cavity cleansing. Well, maybe appreciate is not the right word. How about…tolerate?