So this weekend I took some time out of my beer drinking (I switched to gin) to do one last Caught on Chatroulette. At the time, I held out hope that I could save this sinking ship, but alas, I was incorrect as usual. I spent a full hour on Chatroulette, and it was more of a self-flagellation than research on a story. To spout the details of the experiences my tenacity forced me to toil with would only further my embarrassment and present a total for which to assign the amount of penises I have seen online since March. So for my own sanity, I give to you: Chatroulette Is Dead: A Celebrity Obituary.
This is the pick of the littler, kids. Consider yourself strapped in and heading up the slippery slope. This may be scary, but I know you can do it. Welcome to The End.
And we end the way we began. Having narrowly averted another sleeper cell.