Who is less intelligent, the idiots I constantly see, where I work, the roads I drive on, where I eat, hang out, in all the red states, all the blue states, and every dimension, past present and future that I am able to comprehend both consciously and unconsciously... or me, who still gets annoyed with all those imbeciles, despite them being as inevitable as death, taxes, and my pants feeling small whenever I manage to meet Kaley Cuoco.

Two years ago today, my best friend got married. The wedding party had such an amazing time, that we are all talking of doing a reunion, hopefully next summer. So, in about a year, if you see a bunch of idiots quoting "The Mighty Ducks," ordering Papsmir's at a piano bar (half Paps Blue Ribbon, half Smirnoff), singing "It's raining men!" then buying extra-large condom's at WalGreen's, opening them right at the counter, rolling them down the entirety of their arm, then asking the cashier if they have anything bigger... just know those idiots are happy, and just re-living some of their tamer "good ol' days." However, you probably don't want to incriminate yourself by seeing what happens next.

Flying V!