I don’t know if I feel like a kid in a candy shop, a girl at the mall with a no-limit-credit-card, happier than a pig in clover or a hot tramp working in a Harley shop with long black curly hair, giant tit monsters and some hi-heeled boots ... but I love it here at the University of Everything.

E2, you are my muse.

I give you, et al, a very big sloppy kiss right on your lips and look forward to the ravagely riveting, smooth and mellow, very cool times ahead.