A Poet Walks Into a Bar . . .

Wanders through, locks the door. Odd clankings and mumblings and a 'there, there is that better?' ........ Wanders out licking lips
 
Don't listen to them it's just a tilted table experience (ask Tsotha) and Tess will feed you popcorn (audience participation is always encouraged) while you are incapacitated :devil:
 
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