Well, lets see. I got half the US Navy drunk, subscribed bunnerabb to $250 worth of magazines, fight my way through panicky crowds to get to Mandy's "Nuclear Apocolypse" party (I never made it)...
...I had to convince Dubya that my offer of some poutine was not a sicko come-on, and then tried to convince the WIGU hooker that the smell was the donkey, not me.
