In this big, crazy world, there are few things as near and dear to NYC's collective bowels than Times Square. Amidst the lights, the glitz, and the cheap digicams, the Naked Cowboy, our patron saint of parasitic glory, stands tall. His tight panties welcome you to our fair city; his guitar-driven country anthems lift your soul; his chiseled, David Barton-esque physique leaves not a single loin unstirred.
It is with great joy, then, that we deliver word of the most fabulous technological development in the history of mankind: Your cell phone can now be outfitted with NAKED COWBOY WALLPAPER AND RINGTONES. Don't be ashamed; we, too, have fallen to our knees and are weeping tears of joy.