
Here's nearly the whole gang crammed at a bus stop keeping out of the drizzling remnants of Ernesto.

What better way of saying hello to new friends than to bap them over the head with $1 foam swords?

The same moment in time from the opposite side of the parking lot.

We had a little trouble finding Desfunk at the expo, so what better way to track him down than to haul Tdot onto my shoulders and walk around with him holding a sign that said, "Desfunk!!"

It must have worked, because we found him!

The Cornstalkers are f**king metal.

They DO exist!
Claude is going to have to share both the story behind this picture and the comic he drew to document it. Somewhere in Toronto is a weird old man who changed our lives forever.
OK, you guys! Put them up!