That punchline to a really old, somewhat (well, okay, very) tasteless joke kept running through my head the other day as I was driving to work. The 20-something year-old guy in the brand new gunmetal grey Porsche convertible in front of me had earbuds in his ears (listening to his iphone, which was shoved up into the sunvisor), and was driving with one hand while alternating between the blackberry and the ipod on his passenger seat with the other. Read more about On a Rosebush, the Pricks are On the Outside
