The thing about good weekends is that you never remember to tell amusing little stories about them because they get lost in the big picture. So let’s rewind to 2 weeks ago. I am out with a few friends and we are hitting the mall because the girls want to find something cool to wear to the bar and the boys have come along because we are boys and we like to follow girls and we have nothing better to do. After several stores and perusals I decided to just ask the sales clerks for what my friend was looking for. A smile came over my face and I blurted out “she’s looking for the Madonna slut shirt”. My friend’s face turned beet-red as she ushered me out of the store. She was horrified by what I had said. The clerk didn’t seem to care, she was babbling on about how she really likes Madonna but they don’t have anything like that.