Have your talking cake, and pee on it, too!

Every family has its Clippers -- the avid consumers of print media who just looooove to cut out and send articles of interest to friends and family members. Sometimes it's egregious, and baffling; for instance, when I was a kid, I'd always receive oddly fat envelopes from my grandmother. Their stuffed-ness made them really exciting -- what if they were full of money?! -- but then they would turn out to be crammed full of newspaper clippings, jumbled together in no real order, with items inexplicably circled and cryptic notes in the margins that said things like, "Ha!"

Of course, this same grandmother once sent me three pairs of bargain-bin men's socks for my 16th birthday-- size eleven, and with a note suggesting that I "share" my gift with my brother, father, and boyfriend (and therefore leaving no socks for me at all) -- so those envelopes might have been less about Clipping and more about The Crazy.

Anyway, my mother is not a Clipper, but she did send me an article of interest today:
Yes, that's right - the great state of New Mexico has just spent over $10,000 on talking urinal cakes.

My mom writes:

"...the last thing these urinal cakes say is: "Remember, your future is in your hand." Given that these guys are standing and peeing at a urinal, I'm willing to bet that what they have in their (literal) hands is their dicks--which I suppose could certainly be said to be their "future," though I doubt that this double entendre is what the innovators of these anti-drinking-and-driving devices had in mind."

Mom, I'm with you on that one.

Well, then-- way to go, New Mexico! It's been a long, hard road for you, always second-best, always hard to find on a map. But no more -- Arizona may have the Grand Canyon, and Utah may have its Mormons, but you have 500 talking cakes soaked in beer piss.