Worse that goatse!

My mind! My mind! Okay, alongside the whole goatse/tubgirl conversation going on, I have to bring you hilzoy's quoting this image of the vulva:

Turned off by cunnilingus? Eh, a lot of guys don't dig that. Who the hell knows what's going on down there. It's like H.R. Geiger giving up ink and canvas to work in the avant-garde medium of Play-Doh and bacon.

Play-doh and bacon? Play-doh and bacon? Good gods, I thought nothing could turn me off to that most delightful of activities, but if that phrase enters my mind the next time I'm face down between soft thighs I'm going to blame her.

<muttering>Play-doh and bacon.</muttering>

"Have you ever noticed how much they look like orchids? Lovely!" -- Robert Heinlein

How does the new miracle drug Alli work? Depends!

You may have heard about the new over-the-counter drug, Alli, which promises to help you lose weight. It's not a hunger-blocker; you can still (and will still want to) eat all you've always eaten. It's not a metabolism booster; your body still consumes the same calories it always did. Alli works by blocking your gastrointestinal tract's normal fat-absorption mechanism. All those fats and oils you eat, and their calories, never make it into your bloodstream.

Alli has a nasty little side effect. Remember Olestra and all the joking about "anal leakage potato chips"? Alli causes your GI tract to treat your entire diet's worth of fat and oil as if a quarter of it was olestra. The reality check is that the human GI tract isn't actually designed to pass fat and oil. Alli will cause you to crap your pants. This is not supposition. This is what GlaxoSmithCline tells you on their website.

The only way to avoid this side effect: Glaxo tells you to "eat a lowfat diet." Uh, if you were doing that already, would you really need Alli in the first place?

[Hat tip to Broadsheet (it's Salon, YKTD), who does the math, calculates that the average savings per meal is about 36 calories and writes, "If someone were to ask me how many calories it would take to get me to risk shitting myself in public, it'd be a hell of a lot more than 36."]