God Bless Disney

Okay, so I've made the point before that my job is pretty sweet. However, I think I've found an even better job.

To make sure LA talent scouts don't get caught in a "booby trap," potential lassies will have to undergo a Hollywood-style jiggle-your-jugs test and jog for judges. If there's nothing moving from the waist up, they're saying, it's a dead giveaway that you're not all flesh and bones -- and you're out

Phenomenal. How tricky would it be to fly out to California and apply for this?