From my usual table in a dark corner of the main lounge, I decide to add to the revelry, and stroll to the line awaiting to make comments, quotes and par-O-dy for the amusement of the patrons. It is quickly my turn and I climb the stairs to the mic with a focused demeanor, turn my chiseled physique to the crowd and with a few select words, convey my deepest party-thoughts for the audience.

"I'd rather have a bottle in front of me, than a frontal lobotomy."

Bowing

"Thank you."