WOE,WOE UNTO US ALL......MOAB is lost to quarreling English majors....Where iz ar King, Master of all things ridicamuss, Royal Rumpusser and Lord of All Household Cleansing Powders and Chlorine Toilet and Urinal Cakes.
Gone are the days of complete chaos and gibberish in MOAB. I weep bitter tears into my tattered sleeve, my dog howls at the quarter sticks of TNT that the immigrants next door are igniting, and a mosquito has found it's way to my armpit. Where is our King? Where is the DEET and how will I ever know how much to apply?

Pore Rattled,
Tweed