Ahhhh the nostalgia

I am not going to touch upon the Kelsey being gullible situation. NO words... I am however going to say that I am a big fan of The Clapper. Yesterday, a commercial for a remote control clapper came on TV and Andrew decided that anyone who had or supported The Clapper was retarded. I informed him that part of one of the best years of my life I had a Clapper and it brought nothing but joy into my life.

I lived in a quad (4 girls mind you who all could have lived separately but chose to live together) and one of the girls (Kraus I believe) brought in a Clapper from home. Now, they tell you that to turn the lights on and off you have to clap, but what they don't tell you is that yellling obscentities really loudly also works. The whole house may have thought our room had Tourette's but getting it to do the strobe light is a priceless memory. SHIT BITCH TITS ASS!