Over New Year's, my gf and I caught a couple of the post-Xmas sales, and one of the things we picked up was a cute little toiletries gift basket. As a man, I justified my purchase of this by the fact that my having some nice-smelling bath products in my home might make said home more appealing to my girlfriend.

But what really put it over the top was that it came with a little handy neck massager. As I suffer from really painfully stiff necks on a pretty regular basis, this seemed like a godsend (I mean, so did the electric shiatzu massager, the heating pad, naproxin sodium, the sleeping mask (to keep me from contorting away from the light in my sleep), and the memory-foam pillow, but at some point, something's got to work). And indeed, it has served its function well.

The reason this ends up here, though, is that the other night, I had just run the little critter, a sort of less-severe dough-docker, over my neck, and I was, well, turning it over in my hand. Looking down unexpectedly, I noticed that I had inadvertantly reproduced a pretty well-known internet meme, which I won't stoop to mentioning by name here.

And if you don't know what this looks like, you haven't been on the internet long enough.