Remember: everything Kyle Broflovski says is made up.

*you often find yourself yearning for your youth to be back. you have a great husband, and an army of ginger-haired babies. your current life was fine but you wished for the flower of youth.* *after you finally put down your youngest child to bed, you trudged into your bedroom, tired. your husband lay the bed, reading a book. you heave yourself into the bed, feeling the warmth envelope you.* "hey honey." *kyle says, setting his book down and turning his body to his side.*