I help you, You help me, We're the crazy TAF fam-lee...

I needs me some line-running partner(s). Would'st that my mind proved a true and seemless vessel for the keepsafe of words. But in troth, good heart, 'tis not a head as frampold as this as you'll find in all of Windsor.

So, anyone else need some NSA line-running? Doesn't matter if you're not in the show; I'll buy you coffee/dessert or something in that case. I can't today, but could flex to your schedule in most cases. October 1st is zero hour for all in the cast, so you may be needing help by now, too. Lets get together and get each other off(book).*



*_{I though up that dirty little pun last night, which doesn't really fit into the post as it's now written, having since abandoned the comedic personals ad parody I was originally going to employ for the post. But like a shiny yet unclean object spotted on the sidewalk, I couldn't force myself to just leave it alone.}