Do you ever wonder whose butt has gone before you?   Whose heiny sat on that bench?  Could it possibly have been someone like Rosa Parks, or Albert Einstein?  Or the inventor of Silly Putty?  The first guy to walk on the moon?  Do you ever think about the booty that sat there once upon a time?

I do.  Quite frequently, really.

Right now, I think I am sitting where Liberace once plopped.  Strangely enough, I feel like wearing a white sparkly cape and playing whacky piano songs.