GT4 hummed like an SUV, stung like a redneck chillidog!

At least, that’s how it sounded.

Wish I could have dropped in, but my secret, globe-spanning work for unnameable illuminati-like powers (that huddle behind the rubric of consensus history with a chthonic maleficence that borders upon the truly batholitic) kept me up late the night before, and I used up my entire supply of milk and cookies keeping the world safe for the mundane minds of the everyday. (I am also glad to hear that my [admittedly loaned] gloss-black Gulfstream executive jet has not gone unnoticed by the GT crew…)

Nice to hear the gang in the relaxed open-house vibe (and to hear Havoc and Marcus Leader chime in amongst the madness).

Here’s for another maxed-out year of GT!