In honor of the new sheriff in town as of yesterday, here's one from metroworld. The manchild riding the edge of this shot whooped and flailed as it experienced unknown pleasures deep inside the Earth.

When I asked my father why cows had four stomachs--I was eight, but this could have been yesterday--his subtle yet somehow reliable answer was that they needed all of them for growing an army of smaller cows and, in this way, the grassy fields of the world would be ransacked.

In the brief age of man, only one hero has ever been born at a time. And it has happened that, in between the death of one hero and the birth of the next, whole generations are bypassed.

while the picture may be a fake, the fannypack, i assure you, is not. head to etsy now to get one for yourself.

don't let it fool you. this is a fanny pack. worn improperly, they turn against their owners like a robot army with a programming glitch.

in case you can't see it, there it is, and there, and there, and there.

at first you think you see two fanny packs, but then your eyes adjust and you realize it's only one...but which one? which...one?

the classic double zipper for when your pouch needs its own pouch.

this little paisley number has high cheekbones, good posture, help from a purse and a whole lot of soul.