Pick one. I went out to dinner with my sister and her funny Mexican boyfriend who, I've discovered, was quite a clever child. It turns out he had the plotting ability of a skilled kidnapper at a very early age. Jeff, you sly fox, you! Now anytime I see you, I'm gonna hear, "hhheeeeearrrrrs Johnny!" I wonder if you can break your mother out of a trapped room as well as you can trap her in one? Anyhoo, I revealed a story about this kid I worked with, snotting all over his upper lip. It was all due to these stupid rubber finger/condom page-turner things. It's got to be the one and only time I've seen a finger produce snoogies from so far away. It gives new meaning to the term, "point and shoot." The force is strong with me.