Oh, and the other night I was sitting in front of the tv playing on the Gamecube when Mojo walked up and said "I got something for you." He turned his back to me, dropped his pants, and mooned me.

He was very pleased with himself.

I stopped my game and tried to explain to him how that wasn't very nice, but I immediately sensed the futility of swimming so hard against such a powerful genetic tide.

Yes, I do need to drink more.