It's been decided that there will be a slightly impromptu Pub Chugga Chugga Choo Choo 7 next Saturday, in celebration of Bobbay's birthday.
And by "slightly" I mean "I fucking called it" and by "impromptu" I mean "we've been debating if this was plausible for a good two weeks and officially reached a decision on Tuesday in favor of debauchery."
Not that any of you are really coming, but I thought you'd like to know, so you can sit and stew in puddles of green envy, conjuring elaborate fantasies about loss of innocence and nubile twenty-somethings with insatiable appetites, floating in savory rivers of beer and drinking the juice directly from the vine, because that's exactly how shit's gonna go down. It's best represented by this equation:
(the Garden of Eden + train) x Jager = Pub Chugga Chugga Choo Choo.