Hell of a thing to remember, isn't it? That's Sean slobbering over one of those barbecued ribs whose grease made a lethal combination with whatever was in that rum punch, and I don't believe for a moment it was rum. I think it was some sort of frog excretion similar to whatever those Indians in the Amazon basin with funny haircuts put on the tips of their arrows to paralyze giant lizards and whatnot. Those were definitely some un-American frogs in Mike's backyard. They sounded like Canada geese with intestinal problems. Hey, I remembered something else from Mike's party! That means my brain cells are healing, some of them at least. I don't need that live-in nurse after all. But now what am I going to do with that frilly little uniform? Anyway, back to Sean. Wouldn't it be funny if April saw this and realized what she was getting into and broke up with him? That would be awesome. The power of the artist!