Last time I stole an idea, was in 1939! The war had just started, and Buck McRidd had just invented the first flying car! It worked like s**t, and left you with fumes of carbon monoxide and sugar in the lungs, but that didn't matter since it was like a money prining machine! I beat him down with a very, very old loaf of French bread stuffed with marbles, and started his car which immediately exploded, leaving me with burn damage from my waist down. Anyway, as I was about to change my custom title, I remembered how the band I had back in '63 had recieved 6 out of 1,000 points in the Association for Schoolboy Singers (A.S.S.), since we didn't really play the instruments. Due to my severe dyxlescxia, I misspelled the word "band" and wrote "banned" instead.
And that's the story of how I met your mom.