Juan caught this thing out back when he was having a smoke the other day, and we’ve decided to make it the official office pet of the South Bronx branch of The Contrarian. At first I was kind of pissed, because when Juan nabbed the sucker, he was supposed to be at Blockbuster renting all the Fred Thompson movies in stock, so we could start to get a handle on what a Thompson candidacy is going to look like. You know, get a jump on all the other media outlets. I can’t be too mad, I guess — just look at the little guy. The only problem is that Angel has had to tone down his "bling" because Allan doesn’t like shiny objects. Whenever Angel would come into my office, Allan would make a screeching noise that sounded like it was coming from the center of the earth. Not good when I’m trying to research my next informative post. Speaking of which, does anyone know who invented the Pantaloon?