Some of you Louts have been busting my chops to get the ticket engine online for the 12th annual gathering of whisky swillers and bald-faced versifiers that we assemble in Gladstone each year. Well, go here and ye shall find what you’re looking for.
If you haven’t been to our annual Bacchanalia, I can tell you that it’s: a) educational, b) provocative, and c) the funniest assemblage of manly talent in one place since Doc dined alone at the Roscoe Diner.
Y’all come, y’heah?