And I was the one they used to call a neo-maxi-zoom-dweebie.

Phew! Reading this makes me feel better. If anything, now I remember there is a season of Psyche left over that I still haven't watched.

Maybe some people needed more than just their butt cheeks taped together. TV dinners for Christmas gifts or an attack of the dolphin with rabies could have been a better launching point. Really, who can stand another minute of seeing The Breakfast Club again? Please shoot me.