That’s Dragon*Con For You
How is my Dragon*Con going? Oh, well, you know. Pretty standard stuff.
Well, except for that incident last night involving bacon-flavored jellybeans, a conga line and a room filled with sweaty gay men.
But I’m sure you don’t want to hear about that.
I will say this, though: Man, are my knees sore.
(Walks off, whistling)