Now all my years as a child of snubbing all my teachers' crappy Roseart crayons are justified.

I don't have any children, but here's a great story from when my brother was six years old:

My dad used to drive to the dump to drop off waste from his home-based packaging business. He would take my big brother along with him and let him look at the recycled magazine bins. Usually my brother would pull out a few sports magazines to take home.

One day, on a trip to the dump, my brother emerged from the bins with a tear-streaked face. Devastated, he presented a scrapped Playboy to my father. Through his sniffles, he sobbed, "Daddy, why are the ladies showing their private parts?"

I've always found that story charming. In a kid's mind, those parts stay covered because it is a privilege to cover them. My brother felt pity for the women who had no clothes. It's these kinds of feelings that make kids charming to me. Plus, what an adorable story. Gets me giggly every time.

T-shirt: Soccer Mom, light blue, M

..Either way this is pretty funny.

I'm a bit skeptical..I could hardly form coherent sentences after getting my wisdoms removed, and I especially couldn't smile. And hopefully my mom didn't film my anesthesia-induced rantings. Maybe somebody's after some fame, a la David After Dentist?

And that's how the zoo staff now knows why NOT to sneak sake into the panda's water...

they should put those in internet cafes and libraries.

Denshoku, black. please and thanks!