Best. Birthday. Present. EVAR!!!

Two things you need to know about Lady Good Face:

1) She has no particular fondness for the "Nature Boy" Ric Flair. In fact, I think she finds him rather annoying.
2) She hates mass market paperbacks. Granted, it's an odd prejudice to have, but we're English majors.

So imagine my surprise when I woke up on the 28th anniversary of God's Gift to Womyn (aka, Facemas) and she retrieved this from her assortment goodies and naughties:


Wooooo! I've read books by Mick Foley, Chris Jericho, and Triple H in the past, but here's the thing: Flair is the apex of professional wrestling. Some people think that Hulk Hogan is better -- they probably also think that the Cardinals need another "RBI man" or should move Wainwright back to the closer's role.

Aside from being a kiss-stealing, wheeling dealing, limousine-riding, jet-flying son of a gun, Ric Flair is the thinking man's champion. And yes, his shoes cost more than your house.