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I am on the crenelated precipice of the membership's usual acute sense of humo(u)r! My keyboard requires immediate replacement, having been soaked in coffee, beer, and human exudates, which, by their nature, remain unmentionable.
How 'bout we take the express elevator to the top floor and, amidst the heav'nly blaring of flugelhorns, vuvuzelas, confetti, tasers, and high explosives, we celebrate the awards ceremony of the coveted Coffman Starter Trophy?
Some time Saturday, if that works!
- Ed
