Dear Tom -
I was tempted to call in with this news, but I'd like to think that good taste prevailed, and I thought it was better to address this in email form.
I was in a bar recently and saw something that I just didn't want to believe was real. I thought, at first, that I could block it out and deny its existence, but then it spoke to me, and I had to acknowledge not only the thing itself, but that it had made me an unwilling participant in its evil scheme.
I regret to inform you that the city of New York has been infected by what I can only describe (and it pains me to type these words) as the "Gene Simmons Talking Urinal Cake".
Picture the scene. I was innocently enjoying a beverage at a Midtown establishment when I felt the quite natural need to avail myself of the facilities. Upon entering that most personal space of the oh-so-minimally private barroom urinal I looked down to discover the smirking face of none other than Gene Simmons, with his hands extended in a mocking gesture of penile inadequacy. I pressed on with my business, determined not to allow this unwanted intrusion any purchase. Then, the monster spoke, literally.
I will spare you the details of the dialog, but it was horrifying. Mr. Simmons ridiculed my, well, he ridiculed me, and then after I had been lulled by his momentary silence into thinking the worst was over, he helpfully offered that it was time to "shake".
I ran back to my hotel room and googled "Gene Simmons urinal cake" to make sure I wasn't going insane, and alas, I wasn't:
http://www.thedailyswarm.com/headlines/gene-simmons-use-talking-urinal-cakes-promote-family-jewels/You are an influential person. Is there anything you can do to stop this?