Yeah, I’m making a second post. No reason, just to uh… clarify?
So there I sit, leaning against the wall, listening to some more poetry. Load up twitter. Eventually receive previously mentioned “BERRY!” text. Dread. Look around a bit, scanning the crowd. Can’t look at many faces for fear of some enraged harpy staring daggers at me.
See Gollum next to me, in a green shirt. He takes out phone. Nokia. The phone of choice for the dark forces. Forward Berry message to him, adding “Somewhere in this room is the person who sent me that message. She has the ring”. He looks around, drools. Fails. Never was much good at anything, that useless little $#&#^%!@#…
End of OM, walk over to whack. I’m wearing a _blue_ shirt. See him beckon, blah blah blah, DeeCee hobbles over, wearing many rings on fingers. Gollum goes crazy, starts tugging at her fingers, DC and Gollum locked in combat over toy ring gotten out of cereal box. Whack starts selling tickets to fight.
Dee kicks Gollum in the family jewels, escapes with horrendous looking scar on arm. Runs over St. Fallen in desperate getaway in car.
And THAT, my friends, is the true story of how your grandma met the president.