Well, that is something special. The occasion calls for parades, balloons, pretty ladies in tight leotards swinging from trapeze, Shriners in tiny cars, a special appearance by Milton Berle, Lionel Ritchie, and Thora Hird. Maybe we could develop it into a quarterly special with a storyline running through it. Or even do different celebrations so it could be marketed as a Choose Your Own Party series. Then, of course, there will have to be cake, liquor, all manner of hard drugs, Kellog's Corn Flakes, anti-depressants, sex toys, and just because I'm feeling silly, a rhinoceros hat stand.
Also, we could arrange for someone being the proverbial turd in a punch bowl by providing the actual turn in the actual punch bowl.
Let's not forget making major announcements on Twitter and Facebook and the men's room at Langley. The place will need a good cleaning. Does anyone have a mop, some cleaner, and a thermonuclear device?
This has been another random act of nonsense.