My mom just called. She was reading a list of the funniest protest signs of 2009 because year-end lists are more or less the only thing left on the internet these days.
She was confused about the following sign:
And she wanted me to explain to her what teabagging means.
It was an awkward conversation, to say the least.
Here lies a most ridiculous raw youth, indulging himself in the literary graces that he once vowed to eschew. Now he just rocks out.