Ever wonder what I do all day? If your guess is "Instant-Message and listen to music," then you win! See for yourself - a conversation I had with Matt and Franky the other day in which we invented a new kind of joke. It started with a reference to the idea that a 43-day-old fetus is a "thinking person." (I edited out all the boring stuff, and all the times we said "nigger," because that shit is racist.)

Matt: Do you think people will ever not be totally fucking retarded any time in our lifetimes?

Franky: it'll periodically sway from Corky-Retarded to Shitting-Our-Pants Retarded.

kittenpants: Yeah I would be okay if we just brought ourselves up to a level of functionally retarded. I've had abortions that are smarter than Jerry Falwell.

kittenpants: So in that sense, "thinking persons" is almost a fair analogy.

Franky: We've really lowered the bar on "thinking" from the days of Thomas Edison.

kittenpants: Listen, they aren't far off-base. I heard that when Da Vinci's mother died, they cut open her womb and found some schematics drawn in there.