There’s a light over at the Wegenstein place

A few nights ago at the entrance to the vast, deserted, crumbling blog that was once Norwegianity…

SECURITY GUARD: No ma’am. I don’t see “itinerant band of Norwegian lutefisk wranglers” anywhere on my Approved Visitors list.

SECURITY GUARD: Oh yes, ma’am. Very sure. I don’t see anything about a “lady bloggers night” either. Are you sure Mr. G gave you permission
to stay here?

SECURITY GUARD: I ask because unfortunately we’ve had to tighten up security quite a bit lately. There have been… incidents.

SECURITY GUARD: Yes. Incidents. Somebody’s gotten in several times and vandalized the property while Mr. G has been away.

SECURITY GUARD: Yes. For example, according to the latest damage estimate, several very valuable music files containing hundreds of hours of Lithuanian broken-beat Mantovani have been completely destroyed.

SECURITY GUARD: There’s also a large stain on the rug in the den. It looks like somebody spilled an entire bottle of Rhubarb wine in there.

SECURITY GUARD: As if that wasn’t bad enough, someone was apparently eating Cheetos in the library and didn’t wash their hands before rifling through the priceless goatse collection.

Security Guard: Yes. Mr. G is quite upset.

SECURITY GUARD: Certainly.

SECURITY GUARD: Yes, well. Look, I’m sorry but you’re all going to have to leave now.

 

Welcome back, stupid Wege.

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UPDATE:  Well, that was certainly an ugly little fiasco. I should have just gone with my original idea; I went digging in my old back pages and found something suitable for the occasion: