Pikachu crotch door (or, what to do when you don’t wanna cover real news?)

I’ll be the first to admit that is barely half a real story, but take a look at that picture up there and tell me you aren’t a little surprised by just how giddy that inflatable Pikachu seems to be over the parade of comparatively miniscule Japanese folk trotting around inside of its vagina. It’s like H.R. Giger’s take on reverse vore porn, only lacking the man’s trademarked excessive human venation due to the limitations of the inflatable mascot medium he’s apparently been forced to work with.

You get a cookie if you could follow the entirety of that last sentence; I blacked out halfway through and woke up with a fierce nosebleed.

[Thanks to Jeremy for the most hilarious e-mail subject line we received today]

Earnest Cavalli
I'm Nex. I used to work here but my love of cash led me to take a gig with Wired. I still keep an eye on the 'toid, but to see what I'm really up to, you should either hit up my Vox or go have a look at the Wired media empire.