WAY-TO-GO John
The photo, everybody, just sat in the frame and hummed. It whistled at girls passing by. It spoke when it hadn't been spoken to, and talked back to the judges.
John was a little smelly when he got to the show, but after a quick dinner of junior mints and salsa he had it back together.
I had anesthesia earlier in the day and figured I had seen enough. Our own mrcallow is pretty d****ed good. Covered in glory, and buying the beer next time I catch up with him.