I can't help that I'm custom made...

I toyed with posting something last night but then the Vatican called and the next thing you know it was damn near 1 am. Time flies when you're participating in regrettable behavior, right? Anyway, since its not a particularly busy day for me I thought I'd bring back one of my all-time favorite youtubes in order to spice up the morning for everyone. Well, that and Rob told me he wanted something new atop this page (well, before TJ trumped me and actually produced some content) so that those who venture into the comments section wouldn't have such easy access to his wife's midday emasculation of him from yesterday. You may think that our Lil' Napoleon is some elitist douche whose wife has his balls in her purse (not true, she keeps them in her glove compartment) and you'd be right.

But thats not the whole story, there's more going on than that. Think of Rob as a missionary here in Blogfrica. You see, Rob's really doing the Lord's work...each and everyday. Every few months, I think I might want to get married and force my better half (says who?) into pooping out a few little rats, but then I hear about him missing a game to attend the fair or canceling a day of drinking with his friends so he can dress up like a clown and make balloon animals for 30 screaming 4 year olds and suddenly I remember that kids are assholes. Huge, selfish assholes packaged in cute, pint sized containers. So Rob, you pathetically henpecked little midget, this one's for you. Enjoy...