What will I watch when I'm 50?
Will something happen that makes me appreciate bland, hastily written dramas? Will CBS just go out of business when all of their viewers finally die? Will everyone just come home after work and twitter for 6 hours straight before having a cup of warm milk and an unsatisfying bowel…

I'll never forget my first Bleeding Anus: Flag Day 1992. Bombs bursting indeed. Now, I can't imagine a Sunday afternoon in the park without my trusty thermos of Anus Blood. Just add Schweppes!