The plump little Belgian was bathing himself in sun cream, carefully avoiding the immaculate mustaches. So far at the festival he had managed to avoid the least tan, despite the tiny bathing pants and blistering sun. Beneath this display, the little grey cells were churning--there was a murder.

July 4, 2026 1776+250 years = 2026 "It's gonna be a shitshow." - History majors