You're not one to post pre-event...

...but you are for today.

You, The-Boyfriend, and The-Gayest-Straight-Man-Ever visited Chalk and Gibbs yesterday. Again.

The-Pseudo-Nice-Lady-With-Vibrating-Eyebrows took $45 dollars from The-Gayest-Straight-Man-Ever and promised a decision on your Home-Sweet-Hovel by today at noon.

You're more hungry than afraid at the moment, so naturally you let the former feel like the latter and decide to eat alot. But you digress. There's no food in you mother's house. Damnit.