January 14, 2012
Eff Oh You Are Tee Ee Ee En. That spells 14. That's the day we're on. That's the number of cycle-bangs, flipararounds, slidey-slops, stinky barfs, circut snaps, amperage raisins, Cinderallas, bluegrass dynamo country bumpkin shower stall Eskimo's we've been up against since January 18, 2012, the year of our Lord. Our Lord outside, who doth make the slop to streak and shine in screaming, pulling colors. That's more fingers than I got fingers! Ain't seen Skip in who knows how long. Ain't seen Skip. He wasn't at breakfast. He wasn't at lunch. Skip, you God-damned coward; dinner!