The Darwin Award goes to our distinguished Game Czar of 17 glorious years, WMC, for not taking the extra moment to double check his work by refreshing the screen.
Haphazard game play, WMC, but I won't harp on it since the single clang of the cowbell was ample enough.
Miller Lite sponsors most everything at the Ranch, Lingustics Czar. From the glasses hanging upside down in the bar, to the fabulously vintage "It's Miller Time" neon sign hanging on the wall out in Connie's barn. For that matter, I could very well build my own wall around this joint with the sheer volume of cans laying around here. I've put in more than my fair share financially investing into the damn company. The least they can do is sponsor a weathered, and slightly dented, old cowbell.