God, you failed at getting punched? Jesus... how depressing for you.

WNE seems to have given up the ghost of lulz.

Odd that you would say that, Graham. Or should I say...

NONE OTHER THAN RED "ACTUALLY GRAHAM" CATHEDRAL!

Your guilt/anxiety is disproportionately excessive.

Someone really does need to punch that right out of you.

Yes, but you are forgetting to help finish the story! Or are you guys just kinda "meh" about the whole concept now?

Well. I know someone who can give you tips about being thrown in a trunk for entertainment purposes.

His name rhymes with Shmatomic Shmantern.

I don't know if I could have thought of a better handle for the Punch Party guy than RED CATHEDRAL. Sounds like the bad guy's code name in a Tom Clancy novel.

Patrick Alan Coleman is placed in the truck of Steve's jet black 1969 Buick Electra and somebody gives the police an anonymous tip-off about a guy driving around with a man in his trunk. Hilarity ensues.

I've enjoyed all the WNE before and after posts. But they've been entertaining to read independent of how bad the night actually turned out for you jerks. This development illustrates that maybe gunning for total shithouse maybe isn't the way to go.

I say just go for activities you would never go to in a million years, but might be fun anyway. Such adventures to include:

Ned Gets a Professional Beard Shampoo
Sarah Mirk and the Case of the Monster Truck Rally
The Interns All Learn a Krav Maga

Etc.

Patrick Alan Coleman is placed in the trunk of Steve's jet black 1969 Buick Electra on a balmy Saturday night. He is wearing a mesh tanktop emblazoned in gold with the words "PARTY KING" and Hammer pants outfitted with a secret pocket full of lollipops that can only be accessed through the fly. (optional accessory: a mask of his choosing)
The Electra pulls up in front of the Barracuda night club. Erik Henrickson exits the shotgun seat wearing a boombox around his neck that plays Yello's "Oh Yeah" on loop. Ezra and Ned exit the rear seats and pull Patrick out of the trunk with a flourish. They then flank him, throwing confetti while Patrick makes the rounds of the club handing out lollipops to women and men. He then gets on stage and burns a picture of Matt Davis. The boombox stops. All men leave silently.

This experiment has turned into a totes-Mc-dismal-Mc-failure (other than Margie "I actually have balls" Skinner going the extra mile). Time for some new schtick.
So I vote "meh".

Patrick Alan Coleman is placed in the trunk of Steve’s jet black 1969 Buick Electra and is armed with a sign reading "I'm with Stupid" and proceeds to jump out at stoplights and stand next to Mattress World sign holders for the duration of three stop light cycles.

Patrick Alan Coleman is placed in the trunk of Steve’s jet black 1969 Buick Electra and is hit in the face with a cold Double Down "sandwich" from KFC. He sobs uncontrollably before finally eating it...in its entirety.

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Patrick Alan Coleman is placed in the trunk of Steve's jet black 1969 Buick Electra and is subsequently driven to Corvallis, a city oft-mocked but little visited. Once there, he exits the car and attempts to actually enjoy himself for the evening, searching for some light or life in rural America. Can it be done? Does our hickish neighbor actually contain offerings that an urbane Portlander can enjoy, or is it merely a blot on the map, a cultural sinkhole redolent with cattle and conservative voters? Is there anywhere in Oregon outside our safe harbor of Portland where our demographic can thrive, or are we alone, adrift in a sea of rural despondence?