A relative of mine keeps sending me emails that do nothing but perpetuate urban legends, but luckily, that relative has never sent me this one.
I keep writing this relative back with explicit instructions on how to bookmark Snopes.com, or how to Google your topic against Snopes.com ("hook car door site:snopes.com"), and so on, and so on, but . . . gah! Still the emails arrive. Urban legends are the new fairy tales. Hans Christian Andersen, where are you when we need you?
Draino + urine = the sex of your baby. Mm-hmm. Okay, back to the skull versus desk fight now.
P.S. The desk is winning. Ow.