It's been about a month since our last update and a week since the events of this post, and it's terribly early (for me) on a Sunday, so out of rustiness and the recognition it's already been said better, we point you to the
Grandpease's account of July 6, when two guys and a girl from Ireland met up with four sacks from San Jose and proceeded to hold a boa constrictor, turn tricks, play the Minute Game and do other things not so susceptible to immature innuendo. Suffice it to say,
bhi sé go hiontach.
(Above, that's me doing what appears to be the Scott Hutchison, and below that's Kelley doing the Kelley, neither one to
this song or
that on their recommended playlist.)
