Oh I know. That reminds me of the time I was taking the Beehive house tour and choked on the complimentary piece of horehound candy. I thought horehound was a terrible name for a black piece of candy. Then I remembered how my mom used to call my dad a whorehound and how I used to rock myself to sleep. Uh......What were we talking about again?

So you want to always ask people if their progenitors were Brigham Young's body guards? Is this a new policy? Because I don't recall you asking me that, and suddenly I'm feeling slighted.