Stuff just got the better of people. Punches were thrown. The Webmaster had to intervene. People went off to the den with a stiff drink, muttering under their breath and thinking about moving to Alaska.
Today, most people went to church or to play outdoors or shop or take long naps with the cats, thinking about staying off the message board for a good long time.
I thought I saw M. de Guerre heading east on Hardy, but there's another yellow vette in the neighborhood, so I couldn't be sure.

Welcome back.

This board always gets kind of crazy when the Next Stupid Thing occurs.