Don't judge!
In all seriousness, I would have snuck away from work but I had to build a live musical show for some singer named Fifty Cents. Also, I'm afraid of Jason and I fear that he hates me.
Oh Forrest from Manhattan, you could have been just around the corner from some singer named Sean John or something like that. P. Dimwit? You could have had one of Ken's legendary Scotcheroos (which are entirely deserving of the legend), asked Jason (who hates no one) or an extremely attractive lady to open a bottle with his/her teeth, badmouthed Mrs. Jarvis Cocker for not getting Doddy to spring for airfare, met the mighty Chris "You Radio! You Mother!" T. and thanked him for engineering as well as destroying one of my tables, played the long-promised Rock, Paper, Scissors premium, discovered that you can't do a radio broadcast over a "tieline" with a telephony cable modem, or gotten incredibly drunk and made an ill-advised post. You, sir, were sorely missed.
