Obscure injoke-y but TOTALLY AWESOME, spot-on depiction of a Printer's Devil party:
(Implication: wouldn't you really rather sit around drinking warm Schmitt's from a can while some 18th generation Bright Eyes cassette plays on an answering machine and conversation centers on how everybody (except me) got their printer's devil nicknames?)
Thanks, Mr. Nelson.
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