I'll have to follow myself again and again, so it doesn't appear that I have lost a ton of subscribers after witnessing that unfortunate series of events which occurred at the new Illusions last night.
You'd think that with only 4 paid fares in the house, we'd have been able to conduct ourselves in a more civilized manner, but then Kayla started pulling out ring ropes and turnbuckles from the basement (cellar, as I believe y'all Yankees prefer) and all hell broke loose.
Wish I'd have just stayed home. Connie won't even shoo flies off herself this morning, and I guess I can just forget about my bowl of Post Toasties this morning. She's still in udder shock over seeing a headless bull made from metal, springs, and recoils.