For every Wednesdayth eve, during the gathering of the Northvvestern Flipsyde under the pale moonlight, the managing bard hath woven a new tale of song and script to entertain the Flippays in their minstrel ways. To the great shock and dismay of all in attendance of this gathering this week, the newly risen managing bard hath not prepar’d a new enchanting ballad. “Every tuesdayth I go to rest in my liege’s domain, support’d by the great joy and excitement of