Unlike the monkey-nut trust in New York, I play and work in Minneapolis, but let's be honest...you don't really care whether I'm dreamy or have a head like a melon - if I'm typing this out in the Mall of America on public terminals or if I've a T-1 jammed directly into my coccyx. You just don't. And if you do, I've some mental health professionals that I know that you should go get to know. The electroshock treatment dial goes up to 11, boys and girls.
You read this because you think goats is a pretty damn funny comic strip. You also want to use all of the toys that Phillip and jon make for us on a regular basis (and if I count correctly, they've put out three in the past week - one today.) Well, go forth and utilize those connections to the information superhighway that you've paid the Big Bucks for! Regale yourself with tales of why the Breakfast Club is a film you should see and gasp at the moment that jon actually admitted he had a social life.
So go and use the news section. It'll make you sexually attractive and will promote halitosis, because that's just the kind of guys that jon and Phillip are. Committed to getting out the rock to the peeps.