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Nick & Myke’s #2: I Will Absolutely Stick My Hand Down The Front Of My Pants

Nick & Myke’s #2: I Will Absolutely Stick My Hand Down The Front Of My Pants

Myke Johns and Nick Tecosky are the producers of WRITE CLUB Atlanta. In an ill-conceived bid to remain hip and relevant and also to vent their anger and bile at people who actually are hip and relevant, they have devoted themselves to reviewing the #2 hit on the Billboard Hot 100 chart.

For the week of February 10th, the #2 hit on the Billboard charts is:

beyonce

NICK
When I was 14 years old, I had a small black and white television in my bedroom. Most of the time, I used it to watch reruns of M*A*S*H from midnight to 2am, but for a glorious half-hour every weekday afternoon, I locked my door and quietly watched Mighty Morphin Power Rangers. I was too old for the show, and usually turned it off by the time they were fighting men in rubber suits, but there was a magnificent window of ten or so minutes wherein I could gaze upon the majesty of Amy Jo Johnson before she put on her Power Ranger costume and mask and became a faceless, sexless action figure. But for those few precious moments beforehand, I’d “express” my teenage fantasies. Ten minutes was more than enough time to “express myself” at least twice. I miss those Days of Potency. I really do.

You’re Standing In A Field: The Importance Of The Cowlick To Superman’s Visual Identity

You’re Standing In A Field: The Importance Of The Cowlick To Superman’s Visual Identity

Many people think the key to Superman’s secret identity is his glasses. Actually, it’s his cowlick. Because he goes the extra mile by actually having a cow lick his hair. Obviously, he can’t have a real cow do the licking, because that would be unseemly. He’s Superman, for chrissake, not Static Shock or The Rocketeer. He can afford to pay someone to put on a cow suit, and recreate a pastoral cow-licking scenario. Patch of grass, salt lick, a nearby defaced billboard reading EAT MOR CHIKIN—the whole nine yards.