My friend Otis, who I worked with at the 2006 WSOP in Vegas for the PokerStars blog, wrote an awesome story about how I indirectly traumatized his son, with my recommendation of the Color Coded Criminals shirt from Threadless:
Wil Wheaton (a guy who will occasionally refer to himself as West Coast Otis), tipped me off to the shirt a few days ago. He and I occasionally get into the same things. This shirt was one of them.
“Is Mr. Orange a baby?” my son asked.
My wife sensed that I was struggling to accomodate my son’s curiosity without telling the whole story.
“He’s crying like a baby,” my wife said. I half expected her to say, “Hey, just cancel that shit right now! You’re hurt. You’re hurt really fucking bad, but you ain’t dying. Say the goddamn words! You’re gonna be okayyyyyy!”
You've got to read the entire thing, because while what I've quoted is funny, it's really just set up for the fantastic payoff. While you're there, read some more of Otis' blog, and you may understand why I can never tell where West Coast Otis ends and East Coast Wil begins.