As I was driving, I heard a song on the radio called Bed Rock the lyrics were…

“Call Me Mr. Flinstone, I Can Make Your Bed Rock”

Are you shitting me?  Those are the lyrics?  And you wonder why we have so many teenage pregnancies.  I swear to God I’ll probably have to lock my children up when they get to middle school and high school.  I am so not ready for what they’ll be listening to by then.