Who put that there?

When Mark and I were lucky enough to find overnight sitters for the boys, we were free to act like the twelve-year-olds we know we really are.

We played horseshoes until our fingers blistered, and beer pong until we couldn't see straight.

At some point (on one of the nights), I was walking past the horseshoe pits and tripped over one of the pins. No big deal, right? Tell that to my leg. Miller Lite had successfully numbed my lower body enough that I couldn't tell that there was a HUGE gash on my shin which started bleeding profusely. Someone cleaned it up and threw some bandages on it which were soon worthless to the river of thinned-out, 100-proof blood pouring down my leg. The next morning when it was still bleeding, I realized that I probably should have gotten stitches...

You know what else I realized? When you're laying on the couch, recovering from a rough night, (thus allowing the kids to watch tons of cartoons), the weirdest shit is on kids' television these days. Take for instance this little gem which had thinking that I saw this guy in the woods at the party the night before: