The year: 1994. The place: the offices of Big Brother skateboard magazine. The man: Rick Kosick. The time killer: Coming up with stupid ways to have fun with Rick's name. I don't know how it all began. Late night boredom, no doubt, while laying it out hard—so hard—to meet the magazine's printing deadline. But it was the little things we always took dumb delight in, the writing of captions, the placing of photo credits, the marginalia of magazine mundanities, and for whatever reason Rick's name became our midnight obsession. It began simply and subtly: Rick Kosuck, Rick Cossack, Rick Cowsack. You get the idea. We wrote them all over his desk. Around the slide scanner. Near the light table. Obviously he wasn't there. Quite possibly we were jerks. But then it started to get even further from the mark: Rick Kosixsixsix, Rich Crotchgrab, Richard Colostomy. And at some point we might have even gotten to: Dick Corpus Christi, Chip Coprophiliac, Rip Corpuscle. The following day when Rick came to work he didn't find it none too funny. Especially the 666 one. He was still a bit touchy about the whole Steve-Olsen-dressed-as-Satan-while-heel-flipping-over-burning-bibles incident. But for the here and now, I often do the same thing in my mind with Loiter Squad: Litter Squaw, Lotta Squid, Lighter Squib, Loin Squirt. I don't know why. Possibly Asberger's. Who knows. Who gives a shit! An all-new episode of Lipton Sharts airs tonight on the Adult Swim at 11:30pm ET/PT.