Here's the bottom line, we're either going or not.

This is looking tasty.

Apparently Matts been busier than a centipede at a toe counting contest.

Survival protocol says follow water out, and that's exactly what we're going to do.

The moon just crapped the bed.

What I envisioned to see was a group of guys drinking beer.

Dude, sometimes it works, sometimes it doesn't.