I remember once typing out something to Mr. Beane after a head full of acid... something about being able to watch your team struggle because you built it yourself, as opposed to driving around the parking lot swearing at the inferior parts you had to cobble the machine together... even though in those days, the exterior was nice and clean, there was sawdust in the gastank, and you damn well knew it.

Anyway, long story short, the guy from AN Day '07 who tried to turn you on to GBV realizes that he fucked up and what he meant to do is to bet DiNardo five bucks that you won't haul off and call up ol' Robert Pollard himself and challenge him to start a band with you. I bet it'd brighten ol' Uncle Bob's day to get a call from an actual PEER!