Walking through Grand Central late this afternoon, I meander through the grand concourse’s tiny shopping area by the main entrance at 42nd Street, and come across a cool little stall called Kee-Ka. Their website explains the idea behind Kee-Ka:

At Kee-Ka we create fun, unique, and meaningful gift experiences. We celebrate the timeless wonderment of self-expression and gift giving. Our products are packaged in award-winning little brown boxes that are self-sealable, ready to mail, and taking over the planet.We are locacted in Williamsburg, Brooklyn from where we design our products that are available in retail stores across the globe from New York to New Zealand.

…and if you’re wondering Kee-Ka means baby talk in every language on this planet.

Needless to say, my wee nephew is about to be spoiled rotten.

If you’re a guy and suffer from flaccid man boobs, you’ll no doubt have gone through the rigmorole of going clothes shopping… it just doesn’t bode well. Nothing fits - if you don’t conform to the socially acceptable S, M or L, you’re shit out of luck.

Worry no more, my overweight beer swillers! There’s hope in the way of www.fatguyshirts.com. Their shirts, hoodies and various other fattire are not only geared to the fuller-figured, but their shirt designs are quite hilarious - such sharp quips as “Buffet Molester” and “Who Needs Women When I Have Boobs Like These?”.

Nice work Cesar and Matt - ya fat bastards!