Jake is a pool shark, man, he ran the table. Never shoot stick with him. Ever.
(Well, okay, so I won the two games we played. That doesn’t mean he’s not a pool shark. Supposedly. Or something.)
Dane actually brought half a carton of eggs (expired in May) and a street sign, just as he promised he would on his blog. I guess I just have to learn to take everything he says at face value…
Jesse knows way, way too much about fonts and typefaces.
And finally, just three words:
Chicken Gizzard Blizzard™.