Official Minutes of June 18, Monday's meeting:

1. The mysterious teetotaling acolyte tied stouter bowknots while whistling aires on today’s twin themes: “Falsity’s Botanic Pastiches” and “Extreme Unction ‘r Black”.

2. Do we need change in order to synchronize the withering buttes to the requirements of the drunks rehired by order of Lance’s will?

3. We need documentation of the Ocular Spleen Trio (OSP). The living oilcan is eyeing a domically elfin footrace, while the lifeless aloe stool absorber cusses in riddles.

5. Prepare foldout feudal laced studios of the asinine axonal drywell type - list each one found and send them to the thin, delayed faction of thing-like churls of refraction.

6. The prime of the pewter werewolf

87. First section – skewer funk woke spilt iced tsars totem halo hatchers. I believe there
were concerns that this does not totally account for.

I feel I need to justify the extreme urgency of this set of minutes by saying that the Boss was adamant that we actually do something! I have taken great pains, therefore, to embroider the minutes in such a way that they are most precise and efficient and say exactly what we decided at the meeting. Now, please don't go acting all kooky on me here! Let's get down with it.

Sincerely

The Great and Austerely Magnificent Mr. Poobah