As I look through my photos, I have started a collection in my head of All Things Strange.  Trust me, there is enough crap to create a whole wing of All Things Strange.  Here is a sampling.

The morning started off with Karen Sing (the wet suit wizzard at Profile, previously with zoot, and previously with QR) showing me a can of junk she had got in the hotel lobby for a guy at Knog.  

It is Bud with Clam and Tomato Juice.  I guess she new that our NIBU Jerseys like tomatoes.  That would surly wake one up from a night of CrossVegas.  Nasty.

You know those ads for feminine products that are supposed to protect panties from Aunt Flo...  Well, I have always wondered about the woman who may have a blue substance running through their veins (you know that cup of blue liquid they always pour on the pad, and show you that it didn't soak through)... Well this company thinks that they might be just their demographic, as they have created a sweatband for this interesting group of active sweaty females.

And for that savvy tandem riding couple who like to travel...  Couplings, Couplings, and Couplings.  My god, don't you think you would wear out your spanner wrench after one trip?

What the hell would you pack this thing in when you traveled?

I know I had talked about the Selling of Sex in my last post.  But this display just weirded me out a bit.  I know that feminist groups talk about Barbie being not very proportional, and that if the doll was a real person, it would have to be like 8 foot tall.  Those same feminists must have never been to Vegas, because proportion is not the norm here.  Buffets, limos, and breasts - not equal to the rest of the country.  I was trying to figure out what type of women frame, would be needed to support these thunder cannons (now I know that sounds a lot like UDDER cannons - but I really typed thunder).  Nice job mannequin company.