1/10/18 Pre-Blast for #TheBlender at #TheMutt

In an unbelievable turn of events, I, Diablo, have the Q at Holy Trinity, or what we call The Mutt. I’ve no idea how this is happening. Most of my visits to the land of expensive square footage, bowties, and ascots have been to watch my spawn deliver L’s and tears to the daughters of those often busy with fox hunts, yachting excursions, and squash at the Pendendenis Club. (“Say Peter, don’t you think the barkeep splashed a few too many bitters into our Old Fashions.” “Oh Ambrose, you’re far too particular about the … Wait, how in the name of JP Morgan did he get in here. He lives outside the Watterson for Christ’s sake!”) All I can say is this: I’m going to dress appropriately for the occasion….