Blogtoberfest! Because we haven’t done one in months edition.

Jay Barker’s marrying a country star, and you’re just jealous that he has a hot wife with huge cans. Their marriage promises to be a heart-breaking cycle of domestic bliss/front-porch swangin’ alternating with periods cheatin’, beatin’ raw dealin’, stealin’, lyin’, and cryin’.

Holly and Kanu have the breakdown of our night out in Vegas on Saturday. We deny it all except for the Tylenol Orange Drank, an essential ingredient of any night of frenetic wagering and casino-hopping.

Run! Live wolverines on leashes. Always a great idea. (HT: Brian.)

Percy Harvin, dinged; Carl Moore, slow for fast. Percy Harvin is heeling; Carl Moore is merely a 4.45 guy.

BHGP’s madness rolls on in their brackets. Our money’s on the City Boyz, Inc.

We’re overdue in our congratulations to T. Kyle King on the birth of his son daughter. Congratulations, sir: he should utter his first 750 word sentence sometime in the next two years.