Did you ever have one of those days when you wake up in the morning expecting the same ol' routine, but then get dramatically T-boned into a whole other random direction? Well, that was my yesterday; hence the lack of a daily dose of Thursday Dick from the House that truly does care. So for today, let's let bygones be bygonorrhea, and forget about finding maps to the skaters' homes. The search for Animal Chin is done, documented, and put to bed (with bonus features to boot!), and the new quest is on for Animal Camel Toe. She was last seen in Downtown LA mingling with fellow, like-minded street folk and passersby. Chances are she's still there, a lunatic acorn at large amongst the fringe of walnuts, almonds, cashews, and peckins. In the event you happen to spot or stumble upon her, do not attempt to engage in conversation and be extremely wary of close personal contact as she is a known hugger for exceedingly awkward amounts of time. Unless, of course, you like to be slowly smothered in the scent of 90-year-old boobs. In which case you may enjoy her current milk carton candidates.