heh, I'll never forget a friend of mine who passed a stone on a bus... somewhere between California and Mississippi. Everytime he started towards the back to take a whiz, people patted him on the back and wished him good luck.
Ya know when I was a kid, we actually had to get up off the couch to turn the channel. Had to walk to school barefooted, in the snow, up hill both ways.......
*goes into trance telling stories of how hard times were when I was young while everyone quitely scurrys away*