It's Christmas and it's snowing up in Amherst, Massachusetts. The Blogger (pronounced bluh-ZHER) family is having their holiday get-together when Ulysses David is out in the driveway and garage wandering through his dad's collection of random cars. Horatio Bradley comes out into the softly falling afternoon flurries to see what his son is up to.
Ulysses: "So dad -- I've been checking out that maroon '92 LS400 that you've kind of had parked way at the back of the blog for a while now. I know that you're planning on getting rid of it in the next few months, and I haven't ever had one like that so I was hoping that, well, y'know..."
Horatio: "Get to the point, son."
HB: "Not into crew bangs? Oh, you probably thought I was referencing having an orgy. Trust me son, that's not the case; not sure where you get these sick perverted thoughts but that's not where the seafood smell comes from.