I’m considering turning Wednesday into a true “blog day,” as in, I grab a bunch of humorous links that catch my fancy and comment on them punks. So here’s where it’s at, hosses:

• Germans know a good hairstyle when they see it, dude. Seriously.
• The man tries to keep good games off the shelves. Amusing quote:
  

  But concerned mom Tori Cage, who was shopping with her 9-year-old son, Dquan, said the game should never hit store shelves.

  “They should ban them totally,” said Cage, 27, of Maywood, N.J.

  Really? Personally, I think people that name children “Dquan” should be banned. But that’s just me.

• Baseball . . . with a twist! A really lame one!
  

  The idea for the promotion came from the 6-year-old niece of Bryan Williams, director of community relations for the T-Bones.

  I don’t have any nieces yet, but I do have young cousins, and the odds of me inviting them to my office to lend UNIX-related advice are rather slim. I guess it’s acceptable for ballclub executives, though.

• This happened to Sarah and me once on our honeymoon. I’m still paying off the damages.
• Best ever band name EVER EVER: “Freak Wombat Accident.”
• “I only made love to the ewe twice using two condoms but I never do it regularly . . .”

  Which leads me to one key question: What kind of person would spot a sheep, think “Man, that’s hot. I’m gonna go hit it,” walk over, grab the sheep, drop trou, and then, just as he’s about to do the nasty with a farm animal, and finally think “Oops, better put a condom on.” What in the gamboling monkey hell? That’s like carefully washing your hands, including under the fingernails, before performing “goatse.”

  Gross.