Surely it's time we ask our millennial tribe (or are they a squad?) to give a certain phrase a Viking's funeral. And that is: "My bad." There's nothing less satisfying than hearing that phrase? Not familiar with it? Allow me. When a young lad screws up and the screw-up is exposed, the lad will utter,"my bad" through painfully bored eyes. I believe that during my lifetime Webster's dictionary will have a long form entry for the calorie deprived phrase: An empty two-word colloquialism used by youths as a half-assed admission of a fuck-up but far from an apology—the youth's intent is to move off the subject at hand and avoid a well deserved impending lecture from a member of the Gen X or Baby Boomer generation. As an example let's say the Simmons family is about to embark on a six-hour road trip for a vacation. Teenager Timmy Simmons locks the keys in the car by accident. When his father Robert, whose loving wife Ginny calls Bob, arrives o