We're all busy doing IRL-ish things. Herr Swindle is the new supreme overlord of Blogsylvania or something, I'm busy personally responding to every piece of email sent on the Internet in the past 48 hours, and RHJ is reliving that freaky episode of the Super Mario Brothers Super Show where the kid almost gets the chance to go home finally but doesn't AND GOD THAT TRAUMATIZED MY ENTIRE CHILDHOOD.

To make up for it, Burrito Bros Shit has bestowed upon us this as an appeasement for having done you wrong:

And yes, you guessed correctly: every bit of this will be photoshopped by someone at some point.