OK, it begins. Crappily shot photos and words from Gencon '08.Seriously. After no sleep and driving a buncha hours through the night, having a rubbery wolfman dance on he dashboard whilst Lobot voices "Arooooooooooooooooo!" is fucking funny. It hurt. Almost as much as Murphy calling me a fag for ordering yogurt at the Bob Evans shitty breakfast place. Then the lady dumped OJ on Dan. They put us in the special corner, far, far away from everyone else in the shithole.
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Wolfman, I know your brother.
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