Forget the Short Bus...It's the Pink Bus for you

The Pink Peril

That’s messed up.

Whatever happened to an old-fashioned whooping?

I seem to remember a story years ago about some town that was having trouble with local youths who considered spending a few days in jail a mark of “manhood” until the sheriff started feeding the prisoners baby food. Somehow bragging that you lived on strained carrots wasn’t the same as being on bread and water.

That’s awesome. I want a pink bus…