Inside pool--Scottish Dwarf Division

Robbo---I think we need to diversify the lineup of clothing in the LLamabutcher Industries spring wardrobe. To wit:

CSC: You’re very expressive in your rowing wardrobe, what is your favorite rowing outfit? Do you feel it makes your row better?

Il Padrino de la LLamabutcher: You’re very tactful in how you phrase things. I think my rowing wardrobe is “expressive” the same way that the bubonic plague was “inconvenient.” I have no illusions about what I wear helping my rowing. Rather, my belief is that if the aging process means that I have to suffer the indignation of being a dumpy middle aged guy then I’m gonna make everyone around me suffer, too!

CSC: What is your strategy to win the Head of the Hosmer race every year?

Um, strategy?

CSC: How do you feel your profession as a psychologist helps your rowing?

Actually, I find that the lessons of rowing seem to help me in my work as a psychologist. I find rowing to be quite humbling in that it quickly teaches one’s limits. Then it asks us to find ways to go past those limits. The process requires work, perseverance, and simple faith. It seems that this understanding is implicit between people who row, and I believe it is integral to practicing psychology. A coach worth her or his salt will not only have a thorough knowledge of training and technique, but also will understand and respect the strengths of her or his charges and will work closely with them to find a way of doing a bit more or taking another step. Psychology just doesn’t require as good a VO2 max. But it does require the fearless ability to play with people's minds, and be able to get them to set their heads on fire, if need be.

Okay, so I made up the last line.

But I think something on the order of leopard skin trou, with lightning bolts on the side and a strategically placed LLamabutchers logo.

UPDATE: NOW WITH 31% MORE INSIDE JOKERY FEATURING THE SCOTTISH DWARF

Sweet Baby Jaysus Yips! from Robbo: For a minute there, I thought you were going to start in on my rowing attire, in which case I would have given you a Fatlack-like, "Shut the f*ck up, man!" After I realized it was, in fact, El Jeffe himself, I had to take some time to shake the coffee out of my inner-ear canals. (SOOPER SEKRET NOTE TO EVERYONE ELSE: Steve-O made up that last line, but only in the sense of applying his own grammer and syntax.)

As for that vid., I still remember Danno advising me, just before I set out on an evening drive from the middle of Connecticut back to Lexington, VA, that the only way to listen to that song was to crank it up as high as possible. In the seven or eight hours it took me to get home, I must have listened to it a dozen times. Took me weeks to stop twitching.

YIPS from Steve-O: Sure, particularly if you stuff your face with about 3 boxes of Lil' Debbie Easter Peeps snack cakes. As true connoiseurs know, Lil' Debbie Easter Peeps are the one true ingredient that's indispensable to cooking up a batch of high quality Sonoma-style methamphetimene. Forget the cold medicine---just a case of Lil' Debbies, reduced to a fine roux in any one of your many style WalMart microwaves (preferably in the store), will do the trick.