It was SUPPOSED to be a night of cultural exhibition and sophistication. Yeah - classical music! Wirecutter was dressed in his immaculate neoprene chest waders. PP came all the way in from The Smallhold wearing his expensive new rubber boots. I put on my best formal green plaid shirt and Trilene suspenders. BW combed his hair! We were dressed to kill as you would expect sophisticated gentlemen to be at such a formal affair.
And it was all RUINED by these egotistical harridans! Goddammitalltohell!
I'm sorry everyone. Maybe we can salvage what's left
of the night with a fart contest or something...
Good gravey!!! They're still at it!!! Sigh - might as well
wipe and call it a night here at the Thunderbox.
We'll see y'all sometime later in the week!