Saks now offers men the opportunity to shop with a Playboy Bunny. I wonder does this mean you have to buy things for the bunny, like at a taxi dance club? If you buy enough things, do you get bunny-blown on the loading dock? Do the bunnies wear their hilarious 1950s fucktail waitress suits during the experience? For how long do your friends mock you after you make a Hooters out of yourself buying socks?
An architecture blogger who usually writes about Wal-Mart takes on big box churches. Those things fascinate me.
Oh hey great, someone heisted 400 pounds of plastique from a place that had no guards and no security cameras. I’d like to thank that company in advance for the next gigantic terrorist bomb that goes off.