On his hit cable show, Dirty Jobs, Mike Rowe showcases regular guys who keep this great country moving. Honoring the unsung heroes who go home every night, covered in the muck and the mud, the dirt and the dust, gathered from doing the jobs you and I thankfully, don't have to do. A very noble thing, indeed.

But who knew, when left alone in his motel room, Rowe was such a dirty guy himself? ...More

If you've ever had any kind of serious fun in your life, you've probably thought - or been told - you're going to straight to Hell. Well my fellow sinners, you can now rejoice thanks to the enterprising folks at Reserve a Spot in Hell who have made sure you won't have to wait in long lines filled with lawyers and Fox network executives, or deal with sub-standard living (or dying?) accommodations when you arrive in the seventh circle of down under.

At www.ReserveASpotInHell.com you can pre-book a reservation for yourself, or someone you hate, in the eternal vacation playground of the wicked and immoral, Hades. Think of it as using Satan's travel agency. Reservation kits include a one-way ticket to Hell, a signed confirmation letter from Satan himself on flame-proof paper, and even a helpful travel guide to make sure you get the most out of your eternal stay. VIP All-Access packages are also available for those who are willing to spend a little more of their soul (or simply provide a valid credit card number). This allows you access to such exclusive VIP areas as the Frozen Wasteland, the Lake of Fire and the Bridge of Dead, "where all the hotties get together and kick it."

They also offer group discounts for parties of 10 or more, but no word on discounts for ex-girlfriends or mothers-in-law. And there is a 100% money back guarantee, should you not make it into Hell for any reason. (But something tells me you won't have to worry.)

The company also offers a chance to reserve a spot in Heaven, but really, what sounds like more fun, singing spiritual songs with haloed do-gooders, or playing Halo with bad girls and rock legends for all eternity? I think you know where we stand.

www.reserveaspotinhell.com

My post last week talked about product placement in entertainment and what marketers are doing to make sure we see their product. Well, it seems some of those marketers have taken product placement to extremes.

This past weekend, a buddy of mine (no, really, a buddy of mine, I swear), discovered that product placement has started creeping into the last bastion of product-free entertainment - pornography. Here's the example that he forwarded me, complete with his smarmy, lolcats caption that suggests McDonald's was behind the stunt.

Whether McDonald’s actually paid to have a Big Mac (insert "special sauce" joke here), featured in "Rhode Island Raunch" (my buddy's "indie porno of the year"), I can't say for sure – but I wouldn't be surprised. Marketers are constantly looking for the next big thing, whether it's clickable objects within online videos, or completely ridiculous porno product placement.

My only hope is that Hummer doesn't get any crazy ideas. And more importantly, that the Burger King keeps his Whopper out of it.

Ever been sitting for hours in bumper to bumper rush hour gridlock and thought, jeez traffic sucks? So did the guys over at Doc Johnson. Only their vision of traffic sucking is a little different than yours.

Designed for "lonely riders on long road trips", their Auto Suck (with hot-rod action!), is a "world famous road masturbator that plugs into any 12V car lighter" and features a mouth-like tube and a ribbed interior. A remote control operates the vacuum function, giving you a "lifelike experience behind the wheel". And one hell of an embarrassing police report after your rear-end the car in front of you, mid-"experience".

(Bonus: The box art alone sends it off the charts on the Gag Gift Meter. You've gotta love the 70's muscle car, the flaming logo, and the guy wearing what appears to be a silk bathrobe while driving. A classic.)

$38.88
www.DocJohnson.com

If you plan on taking a hike or doing a little rock climbing at Nelson Rocks Preserve, a private outdoor recreation area in Montana, make sure you're prepared, have your last will and testament written out and your next of kin on alert. Because if you get injured or lost, or get into any trouble whatsoever (and apparently there is a lot to get into), you are on your own. They aren't going to send rescue choppers, search parties, or even a St. Bernard with a keg around its neck.

You gotta love a legal disclaimer that lets you know: "The other people in the preserve, including other visitors, our employees, agents, and guests, and anyone else who might sneak in, may be stupid, reckless, or otherwise dangerous. They may be mentally ill, criminally insane, drunk, using illegal drugs and/or armed with deadly weapons and ready to use them. We aren't necessarily going to do anything about it. We refuse to take responsibility."

Speaking of them refusing to take responsibility... "We do not and will not even try to keep the premises safe for any purpose. The premises are not safe for any purpose. This is no joke. We won't even try ...More

Remember how proud you were of the beer can pyramid you built in your dorm room in college? Dismantling it when you graduated because moved on to more traditional (and grown up) forms of art?

Well, some guys never moved on. Here are some can sculptures made by those who never quite put their beer can pyramid glory days behind them. A true testament to the belief that beauty is in the eye of the beer holder.

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Just how thinly stretched are our troops?