No one knows anything about insanity until they have experienced what myself and Christoper Allen Zuhlke went through tonight. Ten straight hours of jigsaw puzzle mastery. We half danced to techno music, yelled at David, screamed "woo" every ten seconds, laughed at rapists, laughed at bitches who lie about being raped by non-rapists, unspokenly got married, got divorced, became old, became young, yelled at David again, and then finally rejoiced in hugs at the completion of the puzzle: an infinite sea of cut up blue and tigers disappearing and running in air. I never want anyone to speak to me about how ridiculous their uncle "blank" is. Or what their grandmother said at Thanksgiving until someone has gone through this exact cycle plus the extras that I didn't include, and end it with the success of a complete jigsaw puzzle threatening to shit on it. If this wouldn't drive you to the break of insanity, you are already insane.