Dud is a writer who sometimes draws things.
And I like to save time, so I saved my fries and ate them while walking back to the office.
I finished while waiting for the light at Dearborn and Illinois, and because the Berenstein Bears taught me to be environmentally responsible at an early age, I went to throw my garbage in the trashcan on the corner.
But when I looked in, I saw a DVD sitting on top, partially obscured by a newspaper. Curious as to what movie was so bad that someone would be prompted to dispose of it in the middle of downtown, I brushed the paper away with my empty carton.
The movie, if I remember correctly, was called something like “Power Black Workout.”
As I read the title, I wondered what a workout video targeting just Black folks would be like, and why such a product would even exist. Are the cardiovascular exercise needs of African Americans that different from other races that a niche instructional video industry is required?
I wouldn’t know. I won’t even run to catch a train.
But then I glanced a little lower and saw the image of a shirtless African American with his arms around another (equally shirtless) African American gentleman’s waist, embracing him from behind.
I mean, that sort of answered a couple of my questions, but it also raised a completely different set.
*dud’s head explodes*
but you all should really be reading Deadspin.


get people in europe to buy Wrangler jeans?
we’ll see.
how distored the lead guitar was on ABC.
Motown got down with the crunch pedal like that?
It’s called “Document 41.”
There is a slight possibility that I could have too many windows open.