We're heading up to good ol' Fargo tonight. I won't be back till Tuesday (assuming I don't get a heart attack and die mid-run). Something tells me you'll carry on.
And it appears that we are going to Fargo just in time to say goodbye to an icon. I suspect that my wife, a teetotaler, won't really appreciate the experience as much as perhaps she should.
Get used to this type of FLAT OUT LYING, Man U fans: "We are... avid Manchester United fans."
I feel sick.