Just kidding! I’m not wearing any underwear right now. In fact, the only thing I’m wearing right now is a pair of black dress socks. And a smile. I’m fucking sexy.

So, uh, yeah. Quiz and stuff. We put it on, you played it. Some people won some things. I took a couple pictures (literally only a couple because my batteries died and someone must have stolen my backups from my bag) and drank a bunch of beers. Dicker almost had a shit when his laptop randomly shut down and wouldn’t reboot. (Turned out it just wasn’t plugged in properly, I think.) I harvested some email addresses for my personal spam venture under the guise of GWD’s email list. And then everyone died in a fiery clown stampede. Pretty good night, I think.

Oh, and Dicker made a joke about how Soo-Yi is pregnant with Woody Allen’s next wife, which I found quite amusing.

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