The Nihilist has agreed to a sitdown to iron out our differences this Thursday at Keegan's. This promises to be a night of high dama and low humor not seen at that establishment since that one time where Atomizer almost kicked the crap out of a couple of homeless guys, and a certain local political insider did a certain something with a certain someone who looked as though he came straight from the Cantina at Mos Eisley.
Yes, many heretofore unanswered (and unasked) questions will be asked or answered; or possibly forgotten in a haze of beer and cobb salads:
Will the Nihilist see the error of his ways?
Will chasm between LearnedFoot and the Nihilist grow wider, and ultimately descend into fisticuffsmanship?
Will LearnedFoot be able to sustain his dead-on Nihilist in Golf Pants / Kermit the Frog impersonation for more than an hour?
Will everybody in the bar be blinded from the glare off Ben's pale, pale skin?
Will the KAR Krew abandon Afternoon Delight for an even eviler, more pernicious song during their next singalong hoedown, in a renewed attempt to foil the concentration of their pub quiz competetors? (Hint: yes.)
Find out Thursday at your favorite Nordeast watering hole.