Continuing the guest host process; here is my good friend Bart. The night in question was amzing to say the least and to discover this gem after so much time was priceless. There has been a liberal edit of the piece.

So I met another overly agressive girl recently. I am sure you know the type, the kind that is going strong to the hoop before she even has the ball. It seems to me that the ladies only come in two shades, neon and pastel. Neon, being those sorts that profess their love for you before they even finish their first beer. Coversely, pastel describes those young women that extend their hand for a shake at the end of the first date, not even a hug. A moderate, thats all I ask for. I surmise that my personality and looks must be magnetic only in extreme ways.