The last time I saw crazy eyes this pronounced I was buying a bottle of street cologne called Midnight Bugaboo for the bargain price of 3 cigarettes and all the change in my pocket. Turns out Midnight Bugaboo was really just gutter water, did nothing to cover my man musk, and any independent cologne dealer whose shop is the inside of his coat is not worthy of your trust.

Also, turns out Bill Cosby is off the deep end, and the old comedic stalwart is sinking fast.

A few weeks back, the Coz released some incoherent Tebow analysis worthy of ESPN’s Sunday NFL Countdown. Now he’s musing philosophical about birth and death and cannibalism. Perhaps its the stress of old age weighing on him. Perhaps his mother was made of cookie dough. I don’t know. But what I do know is best summarized by the great Jon Lovitz in the cinematic classic The Wedding Singer: “He’s losing his mind, and I’m reaping all the benefits.”