The other night, my roomy Kristin and her bf Harley were bothering me as I tried to work. Kristin said, offhandedly, that I was worse than a 4-letter word, and in fact I was a fourteen letter word. Without even hesitating, I said, "Yeah. Master of Sloths." Then our conversation continued. About 15 minutes later, they left my room. Then I heard Kristin say, "Wait." She came back in, wrote "master of sloths" on my board, and counted...