You’re welcome.
After our last show, we somberly removed everything from the stage, I disassembled my target, and we said goodbye to Scarowinds once again.
However, when we finally arrived back at our cabins, there was a virtual block party assembled and waiting for us. Man, we know some nice people, I gotta tell ya. Warms my cockles.
First off, there was Jessica, or should I say Murrugun the Mystic, who posed with Murrugun the Mystic and created a mysterious light show.
Lindsey and Badger took up position guarding the porch swing. An important job on any front porch.
Then the Reverend Tommy Gunn sauntered over to give his appraisal of the situation, martini in hand. That old smoothy.
And is impressed with “Murrugun the Mystic” and her cash-laden belly.
“The Murruguns” compare spats.
And Murrugun does Murrugun’s sword swallowing routine.
Britt es muy mighty.
Lindsey and Nick es muy mighty as well.
Later, The Reverend Tommy Gunn and Murrugun the Mystic compare “War Wounds” (translation –> that’s where people staple money to them after the show).
Soon after, Lindsey grabs one of Murrugun’s swords and declares, “By the POWER OF GRAYSKULL!!!” or something like that.
But she quickly realizes, Grayskull has no power for her… but beer does. And she teaches us the fine art of double-fisting (it’s not what you think… see below).
I love all you Charlotte folk. I truly wish I could see y’all more often. You’re a bunch of clever, talented, and most importantly, nice people.
Ok, enough sappy. Here’s a giant picture of my pocket knife on Kitty Karloff’s giant boobs.
Pointedly yours,
Jack Dagger: The King of Fling
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