and selaciousness, not sense, engaged and lauded. yet, no one keeps anything in anymore. unexpressed. no feeling held back. we have no more revelations because all has been revealed. when the 15-year-olds turn 22, they will own an internet trail longer than bob beckel's rap sheet, that is long. now some call for internet amnesty, that once you are 18, your web history is erased. i'm against it only because if you tweeted how short i am, that should stain you forever. that is the sad truth. the internet is immortal. nothing on it ever dies. your errors will haunt you until your death. weiner's photo, woo tiger outif it and, of course, this. ♪ ♪ ♪ ymca ♪ it's fun to stay at the ym ymca ♪ ♪ >> greg: that is why i didn't dance. >> kimberly: you are a party pooper. >> greg: aren't you happy you were a crazy mad man before there were picture phones and documents? >> bob: i could no more jump through this thing. if they go through my closet it's worse than boston pops at the fourth of july. i didn't know this. i didn't know my e-mails could be retrieved when you delete them. thi