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I went to the Pike Fights on Friday night, where young men brawl to raise money for the Tennessee’s Imagination Library.

I know I’m a silly bleeding heart liberal, but I ADORE the Pike Fights.

This, campers, is hysterical to me. I have no idea what Squirrel Queen is doing here, but I caught it before the second bout. And, yes, a friend of mine’s son was boxing (she was with us) and he made the other guy quit. Good times.

On to more real life stuff I’ve been doing.

From Mitchell High School in Memphis when SQ and I were on the road for state basketball tourneys. I’m very pleased that the students at Micthell are “Happy To Flush” and laughed for a long time about it.This one is for LeBlanc.(We adore bathroom art.)

And more from a bathroom, as that may be the theme today.

This is a picture of me hiding in a bathroom stall because a woman was talking to me about her colonoscopy at a local establishment and how the medical community will perform one. This apparently had happened to her recently. I know how they do this, yet I didn’t not want to talk about it over my buffalo wings. I went into the bathroom to document my answer to this conversation with a hearty documentation of me silently screaming “NOOOO!” I, being me, went back and endured roughly 15 more minutes of her descriptive narrative with the procedure before she wandered away. I just needed to get that silent scream out and returned to the scene of the crime to be a trooper. No, I was not inebriated. That came later as the visuals would not leave my sad cranium.

The Pub Crawl art showing in our girl. Mabel’s, official juke joint, The Stable, was wildly successful. I’m very happy about it. You see, you can do things outside the box and they can work out. (It’s a subculture thing which I really adore.) After the Pike Fights, we went in and listened to Miles Davis and John Coltrane on the jukebox and everyone just was groovy.

Yes, Hoots is what you make it.