Shit, I feel like I'm reading stuff from 200 of my closest friends.

All Beasties summer.  And I'm not even joking.

I was at a conference on teaching fractions (yeah, fucking party animal), and my phone blew up with texts and Twitter - I would have needed about 20 guesses before I was even close.  And no one I was with would even understand why I all of a sudden couldn't speak.

To this day, when the phone rings in my classroom and one of my students says "Phone is ringing!", my Pavlovian response is to add "Oh my god."  They never get it.

As young high schoolers, while others were naming their "crews" (not gangs, it was white suburban 1990), my three friends and I would jokingly refer to ourselves as Homeboys Bonanza.

I'm so happy you mentioned the Cee-Lo/Roberta Flack moment, because I was seething to my "Why the hell are you so made about this?" wife when they kept bringing up how proud Lauryn Hill would be of the song.  Because people that cover songs should be allowed to give a shit about how other people that cover it do…

"Nothing But Trouble" Tupac?

I, too, was 14 when Paul's came out, and I liked it immediately, but it was years until I actually appreciated what went into it.

No Elevator Action?

I'm told that the soccer-mom-fan-club of Train refer to themselves as "Trainiacs".  That has to be illegal, right?

I love the Wu, but I'd have a hard time letting a man that calls himself Masta Killa sleep on my couch.

Geisha 2: The Squeakquel?

Will Iron Man 3 be set in the 60s in Los Angeles?  Because I'll be even more excited to see it if it is.

No, just brown.
By which I mean shit.

Dammit!  I hadn't gotten this far when I typed this above.  Sorry about that, man.

You don't think the bass takes away from the vocals?

Is there such a thing as -4 Michelin Stars?

Wait, so this isn't Tatum starring in the biopic of the Miami Bass legend?

I think this was the greeting I got from the server the last time I went to Olive Garden.

I just had to like everything in this particular conversation.  Thank you.