Remember when you were little and you watched Mr. Peabody. And the kid would always be sent in "The Waybck Machine" to visit somewhere. I loved those shows. But they have destroyed me for life.
Why, one asks? Becasue deep down inside, I know that somewhere is a little dog, watching the wayback machine. And no matter how many times at work I scream "Help Mr. Wizard. I don't want to work here anymore." That damn dog won't way back me back.
If I every meet Mr. Peabody, that is one dog that is going be fixed tout sweet!