Regarding the Tournament

There are no walls. We sit in the middle of a field, sing kumbya, then I run up naked, grab the guitar that Luther is playing and blast him over the head with it as I rub grape jelly over my chest.

Oh yes... the Christmas party. Now I remember. That was fun... until Luther sat on my face.
 
There are no walls. We sit in the middle of a field, sing kumbya, then I run up naked, grab the guitar that Luther is playing and blast him over the head with it as I rub grape jelly over my chest.

:blink:

This is almost as scary as when you went off the deep-end in Shawshank...
 

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