Yes, it's as bad as you were thinking. On January 10, 2004, our home was visited by a mysterious Leslie Proctor. The following is a jonophourtalistic presentation on the events that went down.
Cheer up, Jennifer!
Leslie is attacked by the fridge.
A journey up Leslie's nose.
Bragging.
Yay is for Scrabble!
Staring intently at the wall.
Everything is my home town!
Then Skot materially materialized.
Thinking about forest fires.
A true hero.
Skot and Leslie pretending like they're sitting on a sofa.
