. . . that the parents among you will not find this amusing:
I, however, snorted with laughter at the end.
Then again, I grew up with jarts, lay in the middle of the street popping tar bubbles, hung on to a car door and skied in my penny-loafers, and thought drinking eleven shots and countless beers and mixed drinks for my 18th birthday was a good idea.
h/t Kelly O at Slog
