I'm a big fan of Penn & Teller. Well, half of it. Teller? Not so much, after he tried to throttle me at one of his performances in 1999 (it's a long story, fraught with completely innocent misunderstanding). But Penn? He's a man after my own heart. Like him, I'm a fan of the San Francisco eyeball band, The Residents. Like Penn, I delight in the debunking of pseudoscience. I even paint one my pinkie nails after Penn, although mine's pink, acrylic and adorned with a glittery unicorn.
Still, as much as I may love and even style my life after Penn, I'm not willing to use a herbal Viagra solely based upon his cartoon likeness. In fact, I'm trying to think of what could possibly be worse for my sexual performance: looking at a box with Penn's pink, jowly mug directly before intercourse, or trying to achieve an erection by smearing something containing "U.A.S. Scalding Root" on my genitals. On a list of adjectives I won't let near my junk, 'scalding' comes just after 'flesh-eating'.
Via Adland.
(Edit: On second blush, I think the U.A.S. Scalding Root is a different product. A product aimed at doing what, I have no idea, so if you do, let me know in the comments.)
