But still, remember all that massage oil we used to chug to get ourselves going for marathon grids? Or how about the time we all simultaneously fried up some chicken and tried to eat dinner in the same space and time? I'll never forget though those two levels when Ed made this virtual whippet machine and we did all that nitrous for four hours straight . . .(Hey Ed did the FDA ever give you back the code for that?)

Anyway the grid is rocking these days although it does seem to be lacking some estrogen. Do I have to put on my crossdressing clothes and teach you boys a lesson?