Greetings,
My name is Rudy Toot Jasperson, but you may call me "Toots." I am publishing my prediction for the weekend adventure with my friend Jimmy Mozart, and Tinkerbell McDillingfidy (The Editor).
It looks to be an esoteric evening filled with frightening frills of a fastidious nature. I am not saying that anything exceptionally odd will occur, but I am not denying the possibility of a rare phenomenon displaying itself behind the layers of tightly woven social conventions.
We all have our eccentricities...our discontinuities of normalcy. Jimmy is an avid drinker, just a smidge below what a self-denying alcoholic would consider an alcoholic. Tinkerbell has problems with uppers and downers and couldn't manage the middle ground if life left him there. I endure my lack of restraint to go on a week long opiate binge ending in obliteration of my central nervous system and colon.
If you put us together, you will either get a drug-fueled frenzy of trivalent chaos ending in something just shy of death, or you will get a congressional committee determined to restructure the country's fiscal policy. What I don't know is whether the whole will be greater than the sum of it's parts.
I leave it to the reader to hash out the gritty details in their mind. If my brain isn't already fried...it will be after this weekend.
Godspeed.
- Toots
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