Where'd everybody go?
I mean, I know each group had a show last weekend, but Geez, did everyone vanish off the face of the planet like Raymond did , or what? Have I been sucked back into my pre-Gag existence where life is grey and dull and utterly lacking in daily amusement? What gives?
Has the last couple of months been some kind of dream or alternate universe? Perhaps I'm really living on The Farm?*
I want answers and I want 'em soon or I'll be forced to perform unspeakable acts with the leftover refried beans to entertain myself. Somebody stop me before it comes to that. I'm still trying to get the stains out from last Saturday...
* This is a shameless attempt to get back into e's good graces.
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I will attempt to answer your question point-by-point:
I mean, I know each group had a show last weekend, but Geez, did everyone vanish off the face of the planet like Raymond did, or what?
Everybody loves Raymond. Did you miss that big ol' picture of him at the following url?
http://www.gagplanet.com/chicago/index.html
Have I been sucked back into my pre-Gag existence where life is grey and dull and utterly lacking in daily amusement?
Kind of. This one is harder to explain and involves quantum physics and orange candy circus peanuts.
What gives?
Hah! Trick question. What doesn't?
Has the last couple of months been some kind of dream or alternate universe?
Not ... exactly.
Perhaps I'm really living on "The Farm?"*
I am intrigued by "The Farm," but too cool to ask what the fuck it is.
As for the rest of your message, there goes my dinner.
Thanks.
Dear Marea,
If you are reading this... we are all dead. A virus has ravaged Gag Reflex both in Austin and Chicago. A strange new computer virus carried by the MANWICH sketch has transformed into an ACTUAL virus for which there is no cure.
You must survive. It is in your hands. The destiny of Gag Reflex is soley on your shoulders. We cannot help you from the grave...
Fare well... Ebeneezer...Scroooooooooge....
Hmmmm...I could replace the refried beans with circus peanuts. Less mess and tastier, too. But not nearly as funny.
What if I forget the secret password? I'll be locked out of the realm of Gag, unable to continue without the aid of techno-gods such as yourselves.
This is an awful lot of pressure for a youngling of the group. Where will I go? What will I do? Spirits assure me that I yet may change these shadows you have shown me by an altered life.
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