Thirty-two, going on third grade...

This was texted to me: "What's brown and rhymes with Snoop?"

The answer of course is Dr. Dre, but it continued my third-grade train-of-thought today. Next there was a segment on PTI (don't ask; won't tell) on the baseball player Pujols and whether or not he used steroids. Of course it's pronounced POO-holes. The rest of the segment was buried under lines like, "Do you think Pujols is clean?" "No one is going to beat-out Pujols" and under the laughter pouring out from my face. I don't think I ever regained composure; who would?