Daisy is out and about somewhere in Perth. It looks like she has stayed close to the water…

Adobe director for product security and privacy Brad Arkin says the company decided to wait until its January 12, 2010 quarterly security update to fix a critical PDF flaw that is being exploited in the wild since November because releasing an out-of-cycle patch would have pushed the scheduled update out an additional month.  Adobe has offered a temporary workaround that uses the JavaScript Blacklist Framework to protect computers from known vulnerabilities without preventing JavaScript from functioning entirely, so users can protect their computers until the patch is available.

Arkin added that rolling out two updates would prove more expensive and time consuming for companies that need to apply the patches.  I think taht is actually the business’ decision and the real issue here is that Adobe started late on developing this patch.  Connecting with legitimate security researchers should be a priority for Adobe in 2010.  Given the number and frequency of serious vulnerabilities being found in Adobe’s products, monthly patch releases would be in order.  It is almost 4 years to the day after Microsoft learned its painful lessons with the WMF vulnerability.  Don’t leave customers defenseless against an in-the-wild exploit.

http://www.computerworld.com/s/article/9142479/Adobe_explains_PDF_patch_delay?taxonomyId=17

EDIT:  There are reports that attackers are exploiting this unpatched flaw in Adobe Reader on an online comic strip syndication service.  Hackers have also exploited a vulnerability on a movie review website to redirect visitors to a server containing a maliciously crafted PDF file.  The attackers exploited a vulnerability in a PHP script on one of the movie site’s servers.  The PDF file exploits two known and patched Adobe Reader vulnerabilities.  

• http://www.theregister.co.uk/2009/12/18/aintitcool_malware_attack/
• http://voices.washingtonpost.com/securityfix/2009/12/hackers_exploit_adobe_reader_f.html

The first creature is now out and about in Perth waiting to be found!

“I am an English Angora rabbit. Is someone there? I can’t see a thing through all this blasted hair! I’m not quite sure where I am either. There was talk about turning me into a jumper so I ran away and before I knew it I was here. At least all this silly hair keeps me warm even though it does look so undignified!”

Happy hunting!

Don’t forget if you find Albert or any of the creatures that will be out in the future, please send me a ‘postcard’ (just a note and photo via meowypants@yahoo.com.au) to let me know how they are going in their new home.

Now, call me a pedant, but “3+4″ is not the same as “5+2″. If someone asks for 3 shirts and 4 skirts and you bring them 5 shirts and 2 skirts, you’ve made a mistake. Whoever wrote this question was writing with a blinkered maths-testing point of view rather than with a human point of view, yet trying to use everyday words. If you’re expecting a maths answer you should use a maths word: “equals”.

EMILE HIRSCH!!!!!!!! MMMMM!!! He’s so adorable and so smart and so talented. He’s my new favorite young actor. I’ve been watching ‘Milk’ over and over again on Demand just to see him

If you live in an area where you can use an outdoor campfire device around your home (a chimney, portable fire bowl, fire pit, outdoor fireplace, fire ring, etc.) you need to get one! These things start at around $50 and go up to the low thousands, but even the most modest ones add that camp-out flavor to just about any patio or back yard activity. Since the novelty of most of these devices probably wore off a couple years ago, prices are better than ever. Sometimes even the lamest of “stay-cations” can get a boost by adding fire.

We managed to mix together yard work and grilling a while back with delicious results. This past summer was filled with just plain crappy weather in our part of the country. Crazy wind and rain storms were hard on our neighborhood. We compiled a jumble of massive branches from our old pecan trees and were dreading moving them out of the back yard. In an earlier entry I had talked some smack about our jumbo fire bowl from a regional craftsman (www.firepitart.com). We never got around to making a cook surface for it, but I didn’t want to let that hold me back. Over about a two hour period I reduced what had to have been hundreds of pounds of massive limbs and dried out branches into a giant pile of true charcoal. Not just any ol’ charcoal, but big fat lumps of pecan charcoal. Before harvesting the stuff, I did manage to work up a nice meal. I took two unused fish grilling baskets that we had received as gifts and put them to work.

First I marinated some chicken breasts in a sauce I made while cleaning out the refrigerator (one part buffalo wing sauce, one part teriyaki sauce, one part ginger dressing, one part orange marmalade, one whole head of roasted garlic). Then, I convinced my wife to perform a raid on our bale garden.

Note: At this point I should confess that we totally dropped the ball and forgot to take any photos of our first-ever straw bale garden while it was in its prime. Click here to learn more about bale gardening. http://www.carolinacountry.com/cgardens/thismonth/march06guide/straw.html

The amazing thing for us was the success we had with beans – black beans, peas, snaps, and zillions of great northern beans. You gotta try this if you have even a little interest in growing your own herbs or vegetables. We even went “organic” and used fish protein fertilizer and the by-product of my numerous fishing trips to get bigger, tastier crops. Bale gardening is pretty idiot resistant and probably a good way to introduce kids to gardening.

So, we rounded up enough great northern beans to yield maybe 2 cups once they were hulled, added a half dozen of our tomatoes, some of our okra, half an onion, and a small amount of cilantro. I have started mixing a homemade Mexican-style adobo I make with store-bought Cajun spices to get a good vegetable seasoning mix. We cooked the fresh beans over medium-low heat after pouring in a cup of broth and a big dose of the seasoning mix.

I took two of the biggest fallen limbs – both in the 40 pound range – and fashioned a set of cooking rails out of them over the coals in our big ol’ fire bowl. I stuffed the chicken breasts into the fish grilling baskets and moved then over the fire so that they rested on the limbs. We pulled up a couple chairs and a small table so we could enjoy the campfire atmosphere while keeping an eye on the food. I added various pecan wood tidbits to the fire to keep a steady stream of smoke going. That proved to be thirsty work, so I fished out an icy cold Pacifico and paused for a moment. Once refreshed, I remembered that I had one big slab of fresh garlic naan left in the house. More about naan here. http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Naan

We slapped the naan over the fire for a moment and then brought out two bowls full of the bean mix. We enjoyed fire-side dining at sunset. Our meal consisted of pecan smoked chicken that we chopped and scattered over the bean mixture, along with a nice portion of warm naan for soppin’. We washed it down with some cheap wine dispensed from a box with a built-in tap. I think it was called “Festive Blush.” Classy, very classy.

What not to do when going on a Trek (through hell ).

DON’T wear sneakers!

Don’t be deceived by the image. These shoes aren’t designed for rough terrain. They’re no different from Sam Vimes’s cardboard sole shoes. Yeah sure, Sam likes it that way ’cause he can tell where he is just by feeling the cobblestones on the street, but when you’re legging it through a trail, and a rough one at that, the last thing you want is to feel the ground!

With sneakers on you’ll first feel EVEY single stone. A bit later each stone will feel like a sudden spark of electricity shooting up your foot. If you press on, eventually, your foot becomes numb. Yup, sneakers are a definite no-no! If you’ve got nothing else when taking on a trek, go buy yourself a proper pair of trekking shoes.

Do eat and get plenty of rest before your trek

You need to be charged up for it. ’nuff said.

Do take water and food along with you.

If you think you’ve got enough food and water, you haven’t. Take more. And then some…

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Do’s and Don’ts aside, I got a fair share of cuts, scratches, leech bites and bruises.

Got a cut on my wrist trying to fish for some mackerel… out of a tin can.  Yeah, alright that may not seem very ‘rough n’ tough’, but when there’s nothing else but can of jack mackerel, and 10 people share it right out of the can… THAT’S… ok, pure desperation caused by hunger. Heck, if we didn’t have that tin can we would have resorted to cannibalism and eaten each other by night fall.

The leeches weren’t too fond of me though. I had only two of the little blood suckers bite me. One at my ankle and the other on my clavicle (shoulder blade). St.Fallen and Little_Boy_Blue on the other hand… The leeches were drawn to them… possibly the effect of the weed in their blood

Here’s how leeches suck blood:

A blood sucking leech attaches itself to the skin of its victim using its suckers. It makes a small wound in the surface of its hosts skin using three serrated jaws just inside its mouth. It then releases saliva into the wound, which contains the anti-clotting agent called hirudin. This keeps the blood flowing freely. The saliva also contains a substance that blocks nerve transmission from the pain sensors in the skin, so that the victim does not notice its bites.

It may sound like something out of a horror flick but it’s fine. You don’t feel it. You’ve got nothing to worry about ’cause the only superficial blood vessels are your veins. So at the very most you’ll just have a bit of a scar for a few days.

And here’s the bruise I got after a buffalo pulled a Zinedine on me…

The picture was taken this morning, it’s turned a ripe shade of deep purple now.

It was a crazy trek but the guys were awesome. All the rest of you girls should join them on their next adventure. You’ll be in safe hands I can vouch for that.

As for me, I’ll be sitting out the next one. My parents weren’t too pleased that I hadn’t kept them up to date every second of the day about where I was and whether I was still alive. So I’m going to have to wait for this to fizzle out before I can go anywhere with friends again

From one of our readers in Prague, this little gem of a submission came to us marked, “even down to the stride.”

Ed Hardy must have been hungry when he designed this Rocket Pop rip-off. It’s such a shocking resemblance that tourists are taking pictures as he walks by. You can even see the kid’s disappointment when mommy tells her she can’t take a bite off of him. It does make me wonder when waffles cone jeans with nuts on top are coming back into fashion. I mean, I haven’t been able to show off my nuts since I was two years old escaping from mom in the bathroom and ruining Christmas for everyone but my creepy neighbor dropping off a Fruit Cake (later – sadly – that became our neighbor’s alias on the news.)

All the way “down to the stride?” All the way from his beveled bald head down to the stick up his ass is more like it. Yeah, I see you flinching. And no, it’s not in a good way. I would tell this guy to cover up to avoid embarrassment – but then I’m forced to write a post about a fat, bald Ed Hardy Spiderman – and nobody wants to read that.

Wow, is this what high school parties have become? Suddenly my fantasy of buying liquor for a bunch of female seniors in high school just lost a lot of it’s appeal….but not all of it sexy ladies of the class of 2010 (call me). This is why ALL high schools and hell, even community colleges should have uniforms; obviously they can’t dress themselves properly. The brother (the one on the left for all your white readers) looks like a rapper who just blew their entire advance in the fashion district of downtown LA and most likely overpaid some painters wife to buy her husbands old wife beater. Seriously, does any one think white paint marks on clothes looks cool…cause to me, it just looks like the last few frames of a bukake shoot. And what’s with the hat, it looks like a classically trained sombrero designer went blind and started decorating trucker caps. I am sure the kid on the right must feel pretty badass wearing a studded belt and pointing with a black guy and all, but honestly, son…you look like the “bad boy” member of some shitty boy band. Pretty soon you’ll be losing 30 pounds just so you can have 2 minutes of screen time in M. Night Shyamalan next film where trees start seeing dead people or something. Oh and please learn to point, you look like fucking Spider-Man. But hey, I’m sure you guys feel cool in these outfits and partying with chubby Harry Potter look-alikes like the one behind you!

This girl baffles me, cause she’s a unicorn, yet wears obnoxious swimsuits, and has a horrible overly bleached haircut, all of which screams for attention! You don’t need blonde hair or obnoxious clothing to get anyone’s attention; you’re a FREAKING UNICORN! For those that don’t know, a unicorn is DH’s special way of saying you’re an Asian with HUGE TITS! Because Asians with huge tits are mythical and magical creatures that technically shouldn’t exist. Yet, here is one, all 32C of her wrapped in an Ed Hardy two piece that makes Truman wish he had dropped more then 2 bombs, and Nixon wishing he spread the Vietnam War into Korea, China, Japan and any other country with a significant area of rice patties. And where they hell are you? Unicorns shouldn’t be hanging out with nerdy Asian dudes that know how to plan a Zerg rush better than they know how to love down a woman. You should be hitting up a NFL running back or rap producer, not the dude who once jerked it to Sailor Moon over there! What’s really scary is this probably exactly what Jon and Kate Gosselin’s little girls will look like with Jon forcing Ed Hardy onto them, and Kate forcing her haircut. Lets hope social services sees this photo and steps in right away!

Really?

Seriously?

What’s sad about this is he really planned this all out…he made sure to grab his matching shoes, belt, and hat and wear them all at the same time. Little shit even sags his pants just enough so the belt is visible below his shirt, and throws any and all caution to the wind about looking like a dwarf in photos. This is what happens when douchebags learn the term “matchy matchy.” Somehow this guy took the idea of ladies matching their hand bags and shoes, and decided that not only should all of his accessories match, they should be cut from the same cloth…literally! And what’s with the hat on the belt loop? You can wear your sunglasses indoors (sadly not pictured) but a hat, oh no, a hat would just look stupid indoors, so let me just clasp it onto my belt loop like a ring of god damn janitors keys…yeah, that looks real street! You know what you should do next, get some designer knee high socks and just hang em’ on your shoulder…if you do that, maybe…just maybe you won’t be on the wrong side of the red velvet rope and they’ll let your ass into the damn club without you having to buy bottle service…just think, then you’ll be able to afford a whole outfit in that same print!

This summer has included a variety of activities for the folks at Dixie Grillworks. We’ve enjoyed LOTS of cooking on Traveller Grills, as well as a couple more go-rounds with the Luau Grill. We’ve learned a few things by rubbing elbows with some of the best outdoor cooks around and grabbed a few tips to help you add more zip to your favorite dishes. Our activities have included a range of modestly priced outings around the South.

Trip 1: Kayak fishing, cook out and camping trip on Lake Guntersville in Alabama (http://www.alapark.com/LakeGuntersville/Camping/). Total cost for two was $58.00 including wine for two days and one night. This impromptu trip provided us a chance to try out the Town Creek Fishing Center. This place used to be a run-down private store/fuel dock, but is now somehow integrated into the state park system. The “go out there and figure out where you want to stay, set up your stuff and then come back and tell us and we will work up your bill” method was a bit odd, but the result was a campsite directly on the water where you can roll out of bed and walk 25’ to the edge of the lake. As an added bonus, a crop of new stores have popped up with everything from $40 a bottle wine to pickled eggs and corn dogs. A quick late-afternoon run up and down the shoreline produced a couple 2-3 pound largemouth bass, and a couple smaller ones that were only about a foot long but had plenty of fight on ultra-light tackle. While fishing, we left out a dozen “fun noodles” rigged to serve as catfish jugs. Jugging is one of those hobbies that can be pretty addictive, especially when working from a kayak! After about an hour of pretty productive fishing, it was time to go check on our noodles. Eleven were just as we left them, but one was running up and down the bank leaving a wake. After some comical fish-wrangling, a nice 8 pound catfish was in the kayak. Determined to enjoy some fresh fish, we employed the “mustard soup” method. Dilute a small amount of yellow mustard (the cheap stuff like kids use on hot dogs) with water in a large zip top bag. Toss in fillets, chunks, or whole cleaned fish. Leave the fish in the mustard anywhere from one or two hours to overnight. Remove the fish from the bag and shake off excess but do not rinse. Roll in corn meal, use your favorite batter, bake, or GRILL. Works like magic and the fish is never “fishy” or dull tasting. Our dinner consisted of fried catfish with a side dish of grilled bass! We recommend a $6 bottle of Riesling and a couple Woodchuck hard ciders to wash it down.

Trip 2: Kayak fishing, hot tub soaking, scenic train riding, cooking out in Blue Ridge, Georgia. Total cost per couple was about $385.00 for four days and three nights, not including meals out or gas to and from the cabin we rented. We bailed out on the usual high-dollar chalet rentals in more popular spots like Helen, Georgia or the Smoky Mountains and tried the modestly priced and less crowded Blue Ridge/Ellijay area in northern Georgia for a change (http://www.blueridgemountains.com/) with good results. We could put in at our cabin and paddle around or head a few miles up the road and enjoy about a 2-3 mile float with all Class I water except for maybe two Class II sections that were no problem at all. The trout were not very cooperative. Although I managed to catch a few small ones, the other two anglers had no luck at all. We mixed in a scenic train trip, a visit to the town-wide yard sale, a meal at the favorite local Italian eatery (massive portions and excellent food) and a nice meal overlooking the water at a tourist trap restaurant. Apparently there has been a long feud between the local county and demon liquor, because anything stronger than a Budweiser was not to be found. Fortunately, back at the cabin one frugal travel partner had brought a flask or two of top-shelf goodies, so we were able to combat the chilly weather that set in just before dark each evening. A return to our old favorite, the CHUCK EYE, yielded fantastic results for our evening of serious grilling and outdoor dining. I have to admit that the funky, fruity aroma of the crud-fighting additive in the hot tub made me rethink my plan of gulping down a steak and potato while soaking neck-deep and looking out over the foggy river that rolled by our cabin. For non-campers, this area is still plenty affordable and nice and quiet!

Trip 3: Kayak fishing, fireworks show, holiday cook-out, and camping on the 4th of July at Gulf Shores (http://www.alapark.com/gulfstate/). Total cost per couple was about $150.00 for three days and two nights including food and a small sampler of adult beverages—but not including gas to and from the park. On the good side, the park is clean and has plenty of bathroom facilities. It is also only a short drive to the beach. The park service personnel were friendly, tolerant, and competent. On the bad side, the place is jam-packed on the holidays, not actually on the beach (and not close enough to make walking back in a wet swimsuit a fun option), and a bit overrun with ill-behaved children. Also, despite being in the heart of some great redfish and sea trout territory, the only body of water at the actual campground is a large grim-looking pond stocked with mosquitoes. Yes, we took out the kayaks. No, there was no fishing to be done (unless you count untangling the Disney-themed rod and reel being used by a nephew). The high point was letting several family members try out kayaking for the first time. I’m not sure how we became “kayaking ambassadors,” but two relatives had purchased their own kayaks within about a week of taking ours out for a spin around the pond. The Traveller showed off by cooking umpteen ears of corn at a time (rinse the unshucked ears, air dry, then soak in zip top bag with a mixture of teriyaki sauce, sea salt, water, and a dash of garlic powder and onion powder). Remove the ears from the bag, and place them over low heat while still wet. Allow the ears to cook over a cool-ish fire with lots of smoke for maybe forty minutes or so, turning regularly. If done right, you can shuck the corn and have a nice roasted flavor without being too dry or scorched. Be sure not to overcook! Naturally, our grills also work great for cooking ol’ hot dogs.

We also managed to fit in a short fishing trip the day before with Harold Davis at the helm of the Sandra Faye. We left out of Inerarity Point at the Florida end of Perdido Key. We had some GPS coordinates for a small wreck that had migrated a good way from the location used on public maps due to numerous incidents of bad weather over the past few years. After running for about an hour, we arrived and find that our “top secret” coordinates were also dead wrong. Much to our surprise, a boat ran up from out of nowhere and the guy yelled over that he had the latest numbers. By using his GPS numbers and our high-end bottom machine, we anchor up on the structure and proceed to toss out some live bait mixed with large dead baits. We get the craziest run of catching different types of fish one after the other I have ever seen. First is a big gag grouper, next a black snapper, then a 40-50 pound amberjack, followed by a nice red snapper. Although we caught other fish that day, the thrill of catching a “variety pack” of nice keeper fish, one after the other, all in about 30 minutes time, was unique. Jumping forward to the cookout, the Traveller also got used in hibachi mode to cook some big amberjack steaks. We tried something new and moistened them with fresh lemon juice and then rubbed the steaks with a garlic, red pepper and brown sugar-based BBQ rub. A bit later we seared them over high heat with a couple more squirts of fresh lemon. Awesome results!

Trip 4: Serious salt water fishing trip aboard the Sandra Faye, followed by grilling out at the Davis’ beach house. The lodging was free, but the cost in fuel and bait was about $250.00 for about eight hours of hard fishing, plus the cost to drive down. I think there was maybe another $100.00 in adult beverages, junk food, and fixin’s. My host was kind enough to produce a couple massive filets he had gotten on sale a couple months earlier. We patiently thawed them and they grilled up extra-tasty after being coated in Italian dressing, garlic powder and black pepper! No freezer burned taste and buttery texture. Added a couple baked taters with garlic salt and onion dip instead of sour cream, plus some garlic toast to make for the “garlic & onion explosion” meal. The microwave onion cooker he bought was a winner. You peel the onion, add a little seasoning, microwave for a few minutes, and then carefully remove the lid to reveal a moist, almost creamy cooked onion. The onion had fantastic flavor and was easy to spread on your garlic toast. Cleaned up the boat and dressed the fish before cooking dinner or hitting the liquor cabinet. Finished up by steaking and quartering-out (taking each steak and carefully removing the four triangles of meat so that there are no bones, no skin and no gamey red meat from the lateral line—only firm wedges of light meat) a couple nice king mackerel we caught, including one fish around 40 pounds. On the last steak (no joke, the last damn piece out of dozens), I rotated my hand away from the position I had been using and more or less tried to cut off the tip of my thumb. Ouch, ouch, ouchy, ouch, ouch! The good thing about a sharp knife is there is several second delay before the pain sets in, giving you time to brace yourself. A good bit of taping kept me from doing the smart thing and getting my thumb stitched up. If you haven’t tried using honey as a wound healing aid, I can strongly recommend it (see this or countless other sites — http://www.yourhealthbase.com/honey.htm). My thumb is now working nicely and almost healed. After returning home we tried a Cajun snapper recipe, but grilled the fish over pecan wood instead of baking it. Our cat, Stinky, found the aroma so inviting that she managed to leap onto the counter, snatch a fillet from the serving platter and drag it to the mud room for further enjoyment. Bad cat!

Trip 5: This Labor Day weekend we intend to try our luck at beach camping on scenic Johnson Beach, which is part of the Gulf Islands National Seashore (http://www.nps.gov/guis/planyourvisit/perdido-key-area.htm). We intend to bring along an array of grilling gear, kayaks, and may try to coax our friends into giving us a lift on the Sandra Faye so we don’t end up having to hike it all in!

As summer winds down and the weather becomes more inviting, look for lots more activities from the Grillworks gang as we try our hand at some new outdoor activities. We’ll also be working hard to get our tailgating mojo pumped up!

Do you think Christian Audigier can sue Disney for Douchebag infringement? Even more disturbing then the fact this actually exists is the fact that the bottom flower totally looks like it could be Mickey’s fucked up dong bulge. If Mickey had elephantitis of the mouse balls and penis area, his shorts would totally look like that! Who would buy this for their little kid exactly? Teachers and doctors should have to report kids dressed like to this police as a form of child abuse. And everyone at Disney should have something shoved up their ass to physically represent the butt rape they just performed on one of the most beloved characters of all time! I am not quite sure exactly what to stick up there just yet, but I’m thinking something wide, like a cell mate named Bubba wide!

I never knew redneck dykes existed, but evidentially they do, and we got the photographic evidence to prove it! What makes this even more shameful is not only are these ladies lady like things sporting fashion best exclusively reserved for chores around the trailer park that involve cleaning up sewerage backage, they are raising what is sure to be a poorly dressed child of their own by dressing her in a oversized sundress, or as us normally people call it, a giant fucking t-shirt! Did you get that shirt for free from the t-shirt bazooka guy at the NASCAR race? Or was it on sale at Wal-Mart in the defect bin for its lack of sleeves? Oh, and speaking of sleeves, GET SOME! No one wants to see your flabby ass arms. All it does it give me night mares of just how much jiggling must go on when you are finger banging you girl (only by way of chromosomes) friend. And get your daughter/girl you kidnapped with the clever use from candy some clothes that fit, look at her chowing down at whatever hick park food you gave her…I think she took that whole “you’ll grow into it speech” as a command, not an eventuality of puberty. Oh and big girl in red, you can stop sitting up straight, when you put your bottled water in a koozy you don’t have to act prim proper, in fact, it just looks strangely ironic.

Andrew K.

What accessory goes best with gold chains and BMW 3-series? Well, if you ask this Persian girl, I’m sure she’ll tell you that the answer is 6′9″ skinny Ed Hardy posers. I’m choosing to throw insults at this girl because Mr. Anorexia has an excuse. The spot in his hair is either dyed white or shaved in. Either way, I assume he just got back from some sort of brain surgery – let’s say metastic brain cancer was removed – and he went directly from that to this punk rock concert. Therefore, I blame Yunana al-Rashid for her terrible taste in men. And she’s not even that bad looking. In fact, I’m sure she would have been an incredible lay if the roofie hadn’t knocked her cold mid-way through the railing that Captain Douche and his friends put on her after the show. Erase All Fears? Sure, after I erase all her memory.

Special thanks to Manny for the photo, who had his little bro kick this dude in his shins. Kids can be so adorable!

Spotted by the Eiffel Tower in Paris alongside light up miniature paper weights, key chains and subway maps…here we see just what Christian Audigier’s fellow countrymen think of his fashion style. Congrats Christian, you have inspired a whole new wave of bedazzled clothing for tourists! Your style and sophistication is officially on par with such classics as “I love (insert city name here)”, “The Govenator” shirts found in California, or various shirts decorated with states birds, landmarks and cartoony maps showing off a cities most visited attractions. Oh and how is it in France your countrymen are able to produce equally hideous and rhinestone encrusted garb at a fraction of the cost at what your t-shirts cost Mr. Audigier? Surely you’re not over charging are you??

What’s really sad, is that this is only douchey fashion like this I found in all of France for sale…the French don’t wear crazy shit like this, and after seeing just how well they dress in France, I am convinced Mr. Audigier is not French at all…and if he is, I am guessing his family was in cahoots with the Nazi’s in Southern France…there is no other explanation!