Run Forest Run!! The Inmates Have Escaped!!

I was having the mother of all nightmares. The room was alive with goblins, spooks, & grotesque creatures of all stripes.

I was cornered and being tortured with all manner of mental disconbobulations.

Then alas I awoke to discover that it wasn’t a dream after all.

I actually was sitting in the 3rd floor Common Council Chamber listening to wannabe meta physical engineers, financial wizards, legal authoritarians, and political scientists discuss the complexities of street paving, law enforcement, fire fighting, and borrowing from Peter to pay Paul.

I’ll have to give them credit though for as they were simultaneously discussing the above they were also taking off their shoes & socks so as to have enough digits to count thru the financial equations while also attempting to discern exactly why it was that the round Tinker Toy® stick insisted on rolling off the top of the Square Lincoln Log® Cabin instead of staying in place as the structures roof!

I’m sorry folks but the inmates are without question running the asylum and I could take no more.

Call me chicken if you will but my basement lair is dark, quite, and I’ve got a brand new bottle of Glenlivet® backed up by another of Tullamore Dew ®.

At least now I have living proof that attending such without first partaking of top shelf spirits is a dangerous thing to do.

Roger & company my hats off to you for hanging in for this night I just wasn’t man enough to do so.

I’m looking forward to your report.