[WEEKEND OPEN BAR: The one-stop ramble-about-anything weekend post at OL. Comment on the topic at hand. Tell us how drunk you are. Describe a comic you bought. This is your chance to bring the party.]
Mom and Dad are gone. It’s just us. Alone. In the dark. This can only mean one thing. We have to throw a rager. Grab the kegs and hide your sisters, it’s time to burn this mother down!
While Rendar and Caff are off to the frozen tundra of Narina or Canada, or where ever the hell they’ve gone, they’ve decided to leave their baby, OL, to us, the B-Squad. God help us all. It’s not all bad. If things suck, they can scapegoat us, fire us, and have us killed for disobedience. If things run great it’s a testament to their leadership skills and eye for talent. Of course if we manage to shoulder the burden of entertainment for a mere 48 hours, then it proves that they are not irreplaceable and must then watch their backs. Things have certainly taken a turn towards interesting.
