I ran into Frank yesterday.
I was leaving the cafeteria and he was walking down the hall towards his classroom. He was as thrilled to see me as I was to see him, and he grabbed my hand as we walked together down the hall. (Sure he ran a hundred miles an hour and practically knocked me over, but who's counting.)
He began to fill me in on everything he could think of, and it didn’t take him long to get to the punch line. “And I was watching a show called Family Guy last night!” he said quickly, “They kept talking about China.”
“China?” I asked. “You mean the country China?”
“No, China!” he shouted. “CHINA!” He said emphatically as he pointed to his nether-regions.
Oh good Lord.