Tommorrow, We Get Drunk And Make Bad Decisions

Unless you're reading this post in the archives, you can see that we've ditched the Splinter Cell facade for the day and put on a little bling. It's conservative, sure, and a nod to a tradition and a history that we're doing our best to destroy, but we think it'll do the job of sprucing up our veritable Dick Joke Stadium for tomorrow's fuckworthy festivities.

As for your Sexy Sextet, we're ready to go. Drew and Flubby got babysitters. Ape locked Jean Grey in the bathroom. Even Ufford is limiting his interaction with women to text messaging and sensual glances. Tomorrow, we are bringing the fucking construda, bitches.

And we're bringing it all day, so be ready.