As we recruit and prepare for this year’s dramatic Danger Couch festivities, carefully screened volunteers are delicately brought into the DC fold to lend their talents to episodes, film, and our ongoing global conquest.

A common occurrence in this process is the shock and awe and sudden dizzy spells that result from first time exposure to the inner workings of the Danger Couch Surprisingly Non-profit Empire. It usually goes like this: A would-be actor receives his script, grasping it firmly in both hands. Slowly he removes the magical document from its protective covering, reverently lowering it to the nearest flat surface. In great anticipation he flips over the cover sheet eagerly scanning for his appointed contribution. Then, in rapt adoration, his face wrinkles up like an age-worn pachyderm as he passionately voices his admiration: “You want me to say what?”

This is the point where squads of highly trained off-duty dental hygienists come in and provide love, support, and generous helpings of nitrous oxide to assist our thespians past the boundaries of earth and into the great unknown of Danger World.

Danger World is where DC adventures take place. It is a mysterious and timeless place where tinsel promotes plant growth, ninjas rent hotel rooms, and people win awards for yodeling. It is a nice place to visit but I wouldn’t move in for all the badgers in Bolivia. I prefer my reality on this side of the Twilight Zone.

Imagine my surprise when this little tidbit appeared in the local paper:

See all the sordid details here.

I secretly always suspected that Memphis was a portal to hades, but I had no idea that it was also a bedroom community for Danger World.

Be careful out there, its crazier than you think.

-Brent

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