Who among us hasn't spent countless hours debating the comedic merits of Billy Madison vs Happy Gilmore. My money's always on Madison, and because this debate seems almost always evenly split, it'll never grow old.

Farley here is an amalgam of every bus driver I've ever had. I remember the long, long bygone era when the drivers would all chain-smoke within coughing distance of all us elementary schoolers at the end of the day, when they weren't smoking inside the bus. I was introduced to Aerosmith, AC/DC and Smashing Pumpkins through the radio station that blared over the blown speakers. We (never me) acted like little criminals. One kid peed in the back of the bus. Intentionally. Had the bus dropped us off at the prison, no parents would have been surprised.