The Dylan Expeditiary forces have landed on the beaches of hotel Gord. It's quite exciting as plumes of sweet smelling smoke rise above the horizon at the other end of the couch. Although outnumbered by almost 2 to 1 [I say almost, I mean c'mon], Gord has held fire of his own while keeping his forces well fueled and on the march. As the lights flickerd and the battle hyms of earlier times played the troops did battle then retreated to more stable positions... No reports of massive injury, nor the taking of prisoners was forthcoming.
We'll check Craigslist, and Connecticut, but if anyone can spare the following, please let us know:
-desk
-kitchen chairs
-coffee table
-plates, and other sundry kitchen like items
-televisions
-vacuum cleaner
-ash trays [ours are all full]
Thank you,
Central Command
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