There was a sign posted at the front door:

G.O.B. Bluth Presents:
The Third Annual
Three Minute Dates @ Caritas
hosted by A Matchmaker Named G.O.B.However, the sign fell over because GOB had bought really cheap sign-making materials. But if people didn't know about the event, that wouldn't necessarily stop GOB from roping them in ( Read more... )

"Come oooon, Tubby, let me see."

Silent Bob shook his head.

"[Edited for public comm] that, [edited for public comm] head! Lemme see!" Jay made a snatch for the sketchpad. Bob cuddled it close to his chest. Jay pouted.

Contrary to any weather patterns on the island or the mainland, the causeway was shrouded in a thick fog. Its tendrils were slowly spreading out through the streets of Fandom; if it continued at the same rate the entire town would be fog bound in a few hours. It was cold and damp and dismal, the perfect weather for a viking raid.

( Or in this case... )

Manager didn't show up. Typical.

randal__graves finally decided to grace us with his presence.

Thank the Gods that loud guy didn't show up with silent_robert

*GROANS*

I wasn't supposed to be here today.

::staples posters to any tree, telephone pole, and suitable surface he sees::

WANTED:
Someone interested in Public Relations
Must have people skills, the ability
to stand for long periods of time, and
the ability to think outside the law "box".

Also, must be willing to work for
nothing sexual favors spare change weed
piggy-back rides cigarettes ( Read more... )

Dante walks up to the Kwik Stop and tries to unlock the grates over the windows only to see the locks have gum stuck in them.

He sighs, unlocks the front door and enters.

He walks out fifteen minutes later with a sheet with the words written:

"I assure you we're open!"

Posts a flyer by the door.

( Flyer )