Tom McDonald rips the lid off the seamy underbelly of the stinking weed of the siren song of corruption in the garden of mixed metaphors as he chronicles the unvarnished truth about his experiences with Patheosi bloggers and similar unsavory types who recently met to drink alcohol and other liquid things in Baltimore. There was also some kind of religious meeting happening nearby involving some sort of religious leaders, and he prefaces his remarks about the trip to the pub with some kind of information about that too. But the real heart and soul of the trip was the visit to the pub where things too terrible to describe were said and done.
And yes. The milk story is true. The whole damn thing is true. AND I’M NOT ASHAMED! DO YOU HEAR ME? I’M NOT ASHAMED!!!