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Ealier, we somehow missed this typically Drudgian juxtaposition of images, but a reader helpfully opened our eyes to it. Not only are we treated to a superhero straining to escape his tights, but we get a winged "space cigar" riding bareback on three other engorged phalluses. We should consider ourselves lucky that today's news was completely free of hot-dog eating contests, or else we all may have fainted dead away as Freudian overload shook loose blood vessels in our brains.

And no, we still haven't recovered from the Spider-Man incident.