Ok, this show, Class of 3000, may be the finest show ever to appear on the Cartoon Network (and before you ask, yes, I am taking into account Wait Til Your Father Gets Home). What the world needs now is more Andre Benjamin.

So I bought a swim suit this evening. I paid a premium price too, considering it's not exactly peak swimsuit buying time. But it's black and modest (no, not skirt modest, not panel modest). I took swim lessons as a child but never retained a bit of it. I was later taught to swim in a hotel pool by a friend who was on, let's just say, a stimulant (no, I did not partake, thank you, I just like swimming). I retained almost nothing. So when I swim it's just a bunch of flailing and ruckus.