PuckerButt
I think I've morphed into one of those people you loathe to ask "so, how's the family? Good I hope?" because you just *know* they've got one of those wallets that holds 38 credit cards, each in its own individual plastic sheath. You know, the kind that's so long it actually touches the floor when fully extended? And quite frankly, they're just looking for a reason to whip that thing out, open that bad boy up, and answer your simple little question in picture format, complete with anecdotals that start out like ---> "Pucker's so funny, he sleeps in the *cutest* ways sometimes!"
;)