
AT LONG LAST, IT'S ALMOST TIME. IT'S THE END OF THE WIPE. YOU'VE FOUGHT. YOU'VE WEPT. YOU'VE RUN YOUR BLOODY STRUTPODS RAGGED AND CROSSED THAT FUCKING FINISH LINE WITH NOTHING IN THE TANK. SO EVERYBODY GET OUT OF YOUR FUCKING WAY, BECAUSE YOU'VE EARNED THIS. IT'S #SUBSTANCE NIGHT AT #ABCC. (OPTIONAL. OPTIONAL. OPTIONAL. CAN'T STATE THIS ENOUGH. OPTIONAL. SIT THIS ONE OUT IF YOU'RE UNCOMFORTABLE OR FOREVER HOLD YOUR PEACE.) IF YOU HAVEN'T CAUGHT ONE OF THE *THREE* (YES, THREE. HOLY FUCKING SHIT, WE ARE *SO* FUCKING BACK) #WATCHPARTY SHOWINGS HOSTED BY MYSELF OR @carcinoGeneticist#2443 THIS WIPE, THEN TOLIGHT IS YOUR LAST CHANCE TO CATCH HOWL'S MOVING CASTLE WITH YOUR FELLOW CHITTRERS, WITH OR WITHOUT THE ADDITIONAL DETAIL OF BEING HAMMERED BEYOND ALL COGNITION ON THE SPONGE-ROTTING SWILL OF YOUR CHOICE. EXPERIENCE THE MAGIC OF ONE OF HUMAN STUDIO GHIBLI (OR JIBBLY, AS ONE FUCKWIT IN THE CLUB COINED) AND CRY INTO YOUR FELLOW TROLL'S SHOULDER WITH A BOTTLE, A BONG, OR WHATEVER GROTESQUE INTOXICANT VEHICLE FLOATS YOUR FUCKING BOAT. WORK HARD, PLAY HARD. SOME OF YOU HAVE ALREADY RSVP'ED ON THE ORIGINAL CHITT. GOOD. SOME OF YOU HAVE NOT. BAD. NOT GOOD. DOUBLEPLUS UNGOOD. FUCK YOU TIMES A HUNDRED. GET ON THE CHITT AND RESERVE YOUR SPOT NOW IF YOU HAVEN'T ALREADY, OR I'LL THROW IT TO THE SQUEAKBEASTS AND LET THEM RIP EACH OTHER TO SHREDS FOR IT. TICKETS ARE HOT. GET 'EM WHILE THEY LAST. SEE YOU THERE, ASSHOLES. #GETIN.



