The Fantastic Word Game (TFWG as everyone knows I prefer never to read used in this game again) shows the general every day consumer that good, kindhearted, caring individuals (such as y'all) can coexist, and even excel, when intermingled in a world that also involves a couple of bad hombres.
While on that particular subject, our resident Linguistics Czar paid a surprise visit to The Ranch last evening. I guess he just wasn't feeling the music mix at the new Illusions or something, but anyway, I won't divulge the entirety of his devious act towards our dear friend (and recovering patient), but a warm washcloth and Stuart's foot were both involved.
Dagnabit, CH. I'll have to bleach those sheets now.