Some of you might call that favortism but A. Oh, it is? I wish I had a problem with that and B. You'll be singing a different tune when you behold the glory that awaits you after the jump. All I will say is that it was sent to us by the greatest reader of all time, who "ripped it out of a glossy mag that was in [his] South Beach hotel room" and that when I called Deutsche to make sure it wasn't a joke, there was a good ten seconds of stifled but totally professional giggling on the other end before the magical pronouncement: "I'm embarrassed to tell you this, but yes, it's real. Enjoy."