It feels like a YouTube kind of Saturday, doesn't it?  The afternoon sunshine has a shallower angle, there's a chill in the air, the ear craves the crash of helmet on shoulder pad, and you just want to relax in front of a TV showing a college football game.  Also, I'm still hungover from the bachelor party I attended last night.  Why are all my friends getting married and remarried?  Perhaps, it's because they keep falling in love with exotic dancers at bachelor parties – it's a vicious cycle.  Anyway, here's some giraffes fighting: 

If I was dating a zoologist, she could tell me how to differentiate between these majestic animals so I could gamble on this sport.  As it stands, I've been engaged to a stripper for 12 hours.  Before you accuse me of being a lecherous pig, please consider I'm enamored more with her choice in cordless drills than her body.  You've got to love a woman that chooses Sears Craftsman. -KD

Thanks to Vegas Watch for the tip.