We were gonna make a few stabs at wry and witty, throw in a big word or two, but let's face it: We're tired. We do physical labor for a living, and we're right in the middle of the show.
We'll be back to
Dammit. That wasn't an egg.
The Fanz, catchin' big fish in the desert...Check the old-school medalist, peeps.
Another dance, perhaps?