And that's how everybody died. The end.No in all honesty Deathmole Jacques is getting hitched this week (to a Lady - just because this is Massachussets doesn't mean you have to same-sex marry). And so the other night ol' Thanatos Omega called up a man and asked him to drive his limo to come haul around Deathmole and me and Randall and some other nerds. After the Whately Ballet was closed, Randall bought a Rice Krispie treat the size of a large pizza. Then we had the driver drop us off at the end of a long dirt road in the middle of nowhere, so now we have the shared sketchy experience of exchanging cash with a man in a limo at the end of a dirt road in the middle of nowhere in the middle of the night.
And then it got awkward.
