Tomorrow (Wednesday) 4 miscreants will be carrying out a top-secret literary mission around town. They will not be easily identified because they will be wearing sunglasses.
(Hey, I wanted wigs and black trench coats as well but none of us had a wig. Someone suggested pantyhose, but in the end, we figured our would-be rescuers from jail would be too busy laughing their proverbial asses off to bail us out.)
The narrative of our mission will be told in at least the Current. Not sure about the daily. I wrote to Stephen Tait but got no response. Our fearless leader, however, seems to believe some other DN reporter will be somewhere in the vicinity as we attempt to perform our ode-ious parody of lyrical naughtiness - and make our various escapes in a Mini Cooper.
The headline of this post, btw, was culled from a suggestion by one of the cohort, JKS. Thanks to her for being, as always, so clever.
We'll be creeping down alleyways and peering 'round corners at just about noontime.
Tuesday, April 22, 2008
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