Today while I was with Eli at the park I saw a man wearing a t-shirt. As he had a catch with his 12-year-old son, I took the opportunity to read his shirt. And what did it say, you ask? It said "An '11' is a '10' that swallows." Seeing as how my mind only occasionally visits the gutter and does not permanently reside there, I spend a good few minutes trying to figure out how the number ten could swallow something, and what it might swallow that would make the zero look like a one. I'm not lying. As Eli ate his bagel and slurped his juice box, this is what I was doing. And only after that few minutes of strenuous mental exercise had passed did I mentally slap myself on the forehead and think to myself, "DOH! .... eew."
So while I am still appalled that this man chose this particular item of clothing for his trip to the park with his kid, I am nevertheless forced to ask the question, Who really is the bigger loser here? (On second thought, don't answer that.)