when the clock strikes 6:00

Ladies and Gents,

It is National American Buttock Awareness Week (NABAW), this week. *Not* National Ass Week (NAW), *not* National Orifice Week (NOW), *not* National E-u-freeze-stinky Week (NEW) -- those are other weeks. People are asked, during this period of introspection, to familiarize themselves with the curve of Buttock on a whippet, the underpanty, and allied salves and cremes. When the giant nor'easter washed away all those bridges a few days ago -- ? -- there was a lot of know-how that washed downstream, as well. I mean, who knows how to build another bridge? The nor'easter washed away our know how, folks, and it ain't coming back anytime soon. By now, you all are aware that bees are leaving their hives, and not returning. This is due to cell phone use disrupting their navigation systems, and is, instead, leaving them, disoriented, to beg for pollen in public parks. Flava Flav knows something of this disruption. While shooting a "love-making" scene for Flava of Love, he was beset upon, by an errant swarm of such bees, whilst that clock was banging around, madly, on his chest. "Boyeee!"

When the clock strikes 6:00, this Thursday, join us in Adams Morgan, at Angles, for another round of Drink & Walk, the happy hours that rewards bee-friendly activity -- stinging, buzzing, cross-pollenation -- with highfives, humorous barbs, and, from the bar, any of the various nectars (for a modest fee) you see on display. Think of The Yield, folks -- our apples, and tomatoes, and cucumber, and healthfoods, and citrus zest, and zest, and citrus, and extracts, and flax, and foodstuffs, and extreme oils all withering on the vine / stalk / fence / wall / pole / spare tire, as a result of extreme bee migration during National Buttock Awareness Week. So come on down and drink one for The Yield.