Pandora dragged me to the Dungeon last night. It was going to be a movie marathon night and I'd already rented a bunch for the purpose but... oh well. I'd neither seen her nor talked to her since S. was born, so how could I not go, right? Happily, the Dungeon turned out to be fun (in spite of the lackey at the door who still has a stick lodged up his ass after all these years) and I'm glad I went. I just have one question though... when the hell did this I'll walk around with my shirt off schtick start? Back in the old days there was only one naked guy (called "The Naked Guy" of course) but last night there were at least eight. Eight! And it wasn't even hot or anything. Umm, not that I'm complaining, you understand. Just wondering.