We return to the men's room with miles and thrill.

Bucking up the 10 most embarrassing song lyrics of all times.

We'll sit and spin at 4.30.

But first time for a few emails to the men's room at KISW.com.

You've got mail.

You've got mail.

Here's a weird one on our question.

Butjola's on a trip to Tijuana with my family as a four-year-old in the late 80s.

I remember seeing my first black eye.

Parents paid a donkey handler to place me on top of the animal,

sombrero and all, and hold it steady while I'll pose for a picture.

The donkey handler had a fresh black eye.

I was fixated on that thing and still remember it to this day.

He may have been missing a tooth as well. Cheers, guys. From Jesse in San Diego, California.

Black eye. First, I thought he said black guy. That's what I thought. That's what I saw a guy with the black eye.

My uncle had a black guy, and I'd never seen anything like it. The whole

inside was red. My dad took me up there to his apartment. He just got into a really big fist

fight with like three or four other dudes a day before. His face was swollen. His eyes, one

was shut. The other was barely half open, all red and black. And he's like, he takes down his

rabid's like, look, Miles. And I like look my eyes and i'm like jesus god

get freaked me out i got one as a kid and i think this was so old school we still put stakes on it

oh really oh yeah yeah oh this one says good afternoon guys i cut the end of my right index finger off

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