No. This is not a joke. However funny the headline may be, my head is going to explode soon if I don't get a chance to get out and have a decent time. The past week has been incredibly trying to me.

I need to have some decent food, decent friends, and maybe a whole pitcher of woodchuck cider or something.

Greenvillians, we need to discuss our next kilt night, and we need to get out soon. All work and no play makes Dreadbelly a dull boy.