Put off by the gaudy facade, He scornfully trotted past a certain a semi-secret Sorrento Square social organization that used to occasionally publish a so-called humor magazine. He has deemed what is funny, and what is fowl. He has separated the meat from the giblets. The poultry from the paltry. With His Approval, we shall gobble on.
(Follow His lead; comp the Crimson! Shoot an email to firstname.lastname@example.org)