Joe did another version of "The McLaughlin Group," with himself as the moderator again (WRONG!! He's anything but moderate.) Once more, the other commentators were Jen Hoffman, Mark Sachs, Bernhard Warg and Carl Haicken. His list of questions this time included ones on the economy, the Penn State Blockbuster Bowl (WRONG!!! The Blockbuster Bowl doesn't matter, because Miami will take the championship as always), and whether he's a regular guy (WRONG!!! I stay regular with 100 percent bran flakes), among others. Carl brought up a New Testament Bible and was reading sections out of it as answers (WRONG!!! You're going to hell anyway!)

Speaking of religious fanatics, Joe also repeated his imitation of Gary Cattell, the Willard Preacher. He gave his now-famous speech on sheep fornication, answering interjections and questions from the audience. Holli and I told Cathy to get in an argument with him and say, "Well, I didn't expect a kind of Spanish Inquisition," and we went out into the hall to wait for our cue. But she ended up doing the same thing that Rob Lindsay had done [when we pulled our prank last year]: she actually waited for an appropriate time to say it! Finally, we told her to just say the line, so she did. We burst into the room: "Nobody expects the Spanish Inquisition!" and the Willard Preacher dropped dead. We gave each other high fives and sat down.

From that point the meeting began to wind down. Rob Lindsay did his Andy Rooney impersonation, where he took us on a tour of his desk. (Did you ever notice how dust gets piled around the books on the corner of my desk?)

Holli and I did her Amelia Airhead sketch, where I was a spaced out student named Moon Unit and she was — an aspiring airhead aviator. We chatted extemporaneously, I admitted to having smoked a tree ("I smoked it — the whole thing"), and she told me her plans for making an airplane out of balsa wood and having a frat boy push her off a cliff. I told her I was doing something equally hopeless: starting another late-night talk show. That sketch went over like a balsa-wood plane.

Then we had the traditional tearing down of the flyers. After we ripped them down in our room, we ran down the hall and ripped them off another room. Andy shouted on our way back out, "We're the Young Republicans! Come join us!"

After the reading of the attendance sheet, we mingled a little, as is our wont. I started singing, "The Fire Song," which is from "Derek and Clive," and both my brother and Matt Pyson joined in. So I had to ask Matt how he happened to know any Derek and Clive. He told me that he'd known someone who had it on vinyl and that he thinks at home he has it on vinyl, as well! I told him I'd like to see it, if he has it.

We went downstairs, then, chuckling and laughing and singing. We burst out of the downstairs doors singing a Monty Python song and gathered on the steps of Willard for the now-traditional Primal Scream. Once everyone had gathered, Mark announced the scream. On the count of three we shouted, "Oh, boy! Al, get me out of here! Aaaaaaaaaaa!" A reference, if you haven't guessed, to Quantum Leap.