When were we trying to write that? I have a sneaking suspicion that you and Peps were attempting to type that while sobering up, but judging by the fact that I have no recollection of the activity, I think I was, umm, sleeping.
Regardless, the dinner party was a success. For the first time in a long while the filth hole was an eerie reminder of what it once was. A place to see friends, have fun, and wake up the next morning with a slight headache and a mysterious substance in your hair. Ahh...memories. Well I suppose I'm babbling now. It's time for someone else to be the three man. I'm departing soon and will miss the few that are left in these parts. later.