Let me tell you a short story about my dad. He always was a weird one...during the summers he would make us play this game that would "put hair on our chests" and "make a man out of us yet." My sister always took offense.
was always my least favorite. He would never let us play during the day, only in the morning when the
and the
fell strangely. The timing fit well...the game was just as strange. The forums make me censor my words so I will just explain it this way: Dad calls it "
" and I
that all children, women, elderly men and intelligent primates who are squeamish need not read the next line. The game was to go downtown and watch
their own bums. Terribly ironic and terribly disgusting.