For a second from the thread title I thought this was about something else entirely.
Ah yes. The thread in which Gish captured Blankington Smythe III in a clear plastic box from his natural habitat in Greenwich, CT, and proceeds to break him of his love for polo, hedge funds, and Nantucket red pants.
I admit that I was very concerned about your well-being for much of this thread and at this critical moment, I LOLed...
in real life.
I suck, I know.
I wouldn't LOL yet. Gish hasn't been sighted today. The wasp might have taken him out already.
“Everybody has a secret world inside of them. All of the people of the world, I mean everybody. No matter how dull and boring they are on the outside, inside
them they've all got unimaginable, magnificent, wonderful, stupid, amazing worlds. Not just one world. Hundreds of them. Thousands maybe.” -Neil Gaiman