Think again, batman.

One of my favorite things is sitting on the cold, cold porch reading Jack Handy's Deep Thoughts with my friends. We each take a turn to read one out loud, and then take a drink of miscellaneous alcohol and the book is passed to the next person. This evening the prize for best Deep Thought was a tie between the man who nails tadpoles to a board and the astronaut who leaves his colleague stranded on the moon because he thinks he might be a vampire. I drank $4.59 champagne from the Ed Mart around the corner.