John's Obsession?

Andy's been suggesting to me that I seem to have an obsession with boobs. Man boobs, in particular.

And maybe he's right. After all, it has occurred to me to suggest this as the Big, Fat Sousa theme song:





He points to the fact that all of my posts this week have mentioned boobs, either lumpy oatmeal boobs or gross man boobs.

And all I can say in my defense is, who doesn't think man boobs are funny? Look at Phil Mickelson:

Is it a coincidence that the Master's coincides with so many Spring Breaks?

I don't know. Maybe this will cure me of my obsession. You know, like when you get an annoying song stuck in your head, and the only way to get it out of you head is to listen to it? Songs like "Tom's Diner" or "I've Been Thinking About You" by London Beat used to get stuck in my head all the time.

A quick, informal survey around the office has identified "My Humps" by the Black Eyed Peas as the most annoying song out recently that gets stuck in people's heads. This kind of works as a theme song for us, too; it's about boobs, anyway, so at least it gets us back to the subject of my obsession.

It's funny, because in a competition between who sends the Professor into an uncontrollable, irrational rage of hatred quicker, I'm not sure who would win: Fergie or Carmen Electra . I bet we can set one of her strip aerobics workouts to some Black Eyed Peas, and be the most annoying people in the world.

So there. I'm done. I swear. No more Man Teats.

I promise.