This is why blowathons are far safer.
*reports post*
*re-reads post; reports it again*
*raises hand*
Yes, please. I also forgot to er, um, take notes for the last few days. A brief summary would me most appreciated.
Fanks.
No problem. The mods had a no-holds-barred steel cage match. Reg became Rosie the robot, Cray became a pretty blue pony, Haggis became a (ugh) battery, and RT, though no longer a mod, got caught in the crossfire and became a pretty pink pony. (PD saved screen shots of all the shmoos, should you care to see them.) They all recovered, and the thread fell asleep. Angie tried to wake it up by dancing and playing the recorder, but it only worked for a few minutes. The thread dozed off again until Del flashed Porter (though, to be fair, Del may not have recognized Porter in his current guise as a polar bear). I reacted with appropriate moral indignation. Cray rebuked me, and I founced. Cray questioned the sincerity of my founce, using questionable grammar. Now we're all mocking him.