As am I, though I was late to the club.  My sense of time is warped like a fun house mirror, but I'm pretty sure the club had been up and running and conducting its practice of the dark arts well before I was invited to take part in the debauchery.  For that I am not only honored but extremely grateful.  That is not me kissing your ass, Foxpup; I'm genuinely grateful to you. 

The anilingus I came for today is completely separate and we can start whenever you're ready.  As noted in the other thread, I'm in my birthday suit and rarin' to go--but I do need to top up my cocktail.  Damn zero-order pharmacokinetics of ethanol.

And that friggin' gang stole my watch, Pup.  The knock to the head I took during that snatch made me unable to remember what UTC is.

I've got so many more excuses, I can just crank them out as needed.  But enough of that.  I raise my glass and my ass to all of you fellow merit cyclers.  Let us celebrate our benefactor, leader, and master of ceremonies with all the drunken fervor the Fox of Foxes deserves.  Hear, hear!!