Really, can we talk about anything else right now? I’m a little concerned that we may have lost the Rural Jurors to the “Pig fear” that’s going on lately. Ladies (and Adam) where for art thou? Though we still had a great turnout at CC’s this Monday night, there was that one table just up front missing some important players. The Roy G Biv (aka The Streeps spillover team) took the spot that is usually held by the jurors last night, and they did their best to keep up, however it was Roy and the Bar fighting it out for last place. If only I could give the bar team points for those kick ass drinks, man they’d be in first place EVERY week. (Thanks John!)

Near the front of the game, but seated elsewhere, Clarification Please, John and Susanne’s progeny, and The Streep’s. Everyone kept the game interesting, and really enjoyed listening to me SLAUGHTER (ha!) those Shakespearean namesakes. I did my best, but alas, the Bard’s tongue was not to come to me last night after that great drink by Michael Dipple. I had a Mango Mojito last night, and it did a little dance on my speech leaving me a tad off. (We’ll just leave it at that KC)

Winners last night were the team known as “John and Susanne’s progeny” who took an overwhelming lead that couldn’t be upset even when Clarification Please caught the Bingo Bonus points last night. At the end of the game, Clarification Please and The Streeps were tied for Second, and though I tried my best to get a nice Bollywood style dance off going, Clarification Please politely refused the challenge, and instead took the spoils of the cash, while The Streeps took the new Depeche Mode CD’s home as winnings. Yep, that’s right we have PRIZES at CC Slaughter’s! We’re like fat little piggies over there really. Rolling around in the mud that is a night of Quizzing and fun, hanging out with some spiders that like to write things in their webs, singing songs about …oh wait, scratch that, I think I saw that in a movie.

So, till next week, remember this: A flu is still a Flu, by any other name. Be there snot, cough or sleepless night, thine flu of swine shall not fool me.

I bid you all farewell this fine night by the light of the pig pen with yonder stars shining in the Northern sky

Pollyorious