Having finished painting my toenails, I had little else to do save one of my myriad acts of random kindness. I thought I'd try and find Josh Williams a date.
Ever try to find a date for a guy holding a dead fish and a whistle?
I couldn't do one thing with him. So I just decided to go over there myself. Anyway, that's where I am if you're looking for me, so come on over. And bring some beer or something.