Or rather these new manly vitamins that make him, for lack of a better word, EXTREMELY HORNY.
Now I'm as game as the next wife. I am. Maybe more. But these vitamins don't have a female equivalent and sometimes I need to sleep. The second I get into bed, it's hands, hands, hands. The other night, after futilely defending myself for about 10 minutes, I exasperatedly reverted to cliche.
"You're like a kid in a candy store," I said, to which he replied, "Or a grown man in a pussy store."
You can't block teleporting hands when you're laughing.
Jim Treacher, a lovely, clever boy, and one of my favorite political satirists and just generally funny people of all time ever, got his Top Ten Reasons To Accept That Job Offer From David Letterman read by Mark Levin and Dennis Miller.
He also does funny things with cartoon bubbles.
Really, he's a treasure, especially for the right side of the political spectrum who tend to miss mockable moments in their haste to express outrage.