Everyone is waiting for pages to reload as their wishlist for GENCON is being processed.
I'm with Luke, we have the smoker going. Our glasses are filled with spicy moss water. The wives are resting at the spa. This could be way more stressful.
So I write poetry as I wait:
smoker flavors fill the air
guitar plays numbers drop drink
spicy moss water
- better haiku
See you all at GENCON
- Dozer
