i'd like to get my invisible hand on her supply curves

adam smith would be proud

aha! proof that capitalism is a mysterious and wonderful thing. the marketplace is a fiercely competitive venue. auctioning a pregnant belly is apparently merely the opening salvo in advertising-on-bodyparts war that, unfortunately, has finite possibilities. OR DOES IT? let me be the first to auction off my liver to the highest bidder: budweiser? johnny walker? rumplemintz? anyone? or maybe it would make more sense to use my appendix as ad space -- it's certainly not doing me any good as a potential toxic time bomb. i say open it up to wal mart or costco or something.

anyway, thank you, buxom glaswegian (glaswegienne?), for getting in on this game -- truly you would make p.t. barnum shed tears of vindication and gratitude. also, you truly made mr nice guy's morning a happier place. and, finally, you have convinced me that auctioning off my wife's belly isn't going to cut it in this cutthroat environment, i too must kick it up a notch. and so, starting today, i shall be auctioning off advertising space on my ass. any takers?