I'm sorry to report that the "dungeon master" and the "scribe" (Waldo and Jack) ,two good 'ol boys that have spent way too much time in a cubicle, have rounded the bend. One murmurs incantations as balsa and covering take form and the other has imagined "flights of fancy" (read Jack's "panty raid" post). One threatens his unflown birds with hellfire as he walks them by the firepit and the other views his hanger as a harem with each vixen scheming for their master's attention.

This must be the final stage of the addiction, to wit......Two Twisted and Tetched Twistaholics Too Tangled To Terminate Twisting...Too bad.

Peace

Downtrodden