The Funk Of (Almost) 44 Years

Or maybe I should just betray Leonidas and the 300 to Xerxes
’cause this is Phyllis….Diller Night!

…not that I’d be able to actually, you know, dance.  But I could just stand there looking like a twisted corpse and adding to the overall spooky atmosphere.  Like, “Behold, the horror of…decades of bad posture and being hunched over a drawing board!  Bwahahahahahaha!”

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