Dang man. Last night was one of the most fun hangout nights of my life. The reunion of the Original Brotherhood was not only powerful, but legendary too. The awesome might of the combination of Mikey, The Son of Pete, Kildoo, and the Edge is enough to shake the mighty foundations of the world. And so it did.
The insanity began as John, disguised as "Victor", made his fabled return/debut at Intervarsity Large Group. A little later, an unplanned arrival by Kildoo brought the room to an awed deafening silence.
En route from Intervarsity to the "gathering" the Original Brotherhood was able to ensnare countless unsuspecting ladies into our Web of Mack.
By the time of our fortuitous gathering at the Hall of Fissel, the evening's events were in full swing. We entranced a captive female audience with countless balladeering tales of our fame, might, and slayings. All gathered round the oaken table, and much meat was consumed and mead drank in merriment.
All in all, among many stories, including the one of Kildoo's aformentioned test failing, there were humorous anecdotes, some which I cannot even recall, some which I should not have the pleasure of reprinting. I am sure that shortly, either John or Mikey will recount those narratives for you, our ever loyal audience.
With my applauding of yesterday evening's fun, I have one thing left to say.
I will take my heart back from Jean Jacket Girl.