KSK Programming Note: Ladies... Invade Tomorrow

Most of you remember the bet that I conned the rest of the fellas into taking with the ladies over at, um, Ladies..., even though it doesn't seem like college basketball ended just last week. We lost, and so we had to pick a day when they could come over and get their cooties all over our shit (because girls are icky!).

Tomorrow is the day we put the toilet seat down.

All we know is that Holly is sending us two posts on their behalf, and we will be running them here shortly after we receive them. We can only imagine the lascivious liberties that will be taken with subject matter, word economy, and visual imagery, but I know they've collectively spent a fair amount of time getting their work together. I honestly have no other clue of what to expect.

As a faithful (and perhaps tomorrow, fateful) reader of KSK, we are recommending you exercise one of two options:

(a) Pretend the Blogger hamster has Wednesday off, or
(b) Do your part to keep the testosterone levels healthy tomorrow and comment on what you find in this space tomorrow.

You'll not only be representing KSK tomorrow if you select option (b), you'll be be representing all men around the world. Every man that ever had to resist squeezing his secretary's ass, every man that refused to blast his load into an unconscious coed, and every man that helped build a pro football stadium with more women's restrooms than men's restrooms will turn his eyes to you, in a last bastion of hope.

You guys, those of you that choose to weather the storm, will be the men of the house tomorrow. And while we would be remiss to dictate how you wield this authority of sorts, we'd hope that those posting tomorrow would not escape the rational scrutiny and criticism that we six have come to expect of you. At no other time will your service be more appreciated, or more crucial.

Make us proud.