We have been trying to get our site ready for the Nationals to show live on our site...this means that Brendan, Cliff, and I turn into wanna-be computer geeks. We try to make stuff work (with the help of an entire team). Yesterday, after we had left our lovely Santa Monica offices, Lutes called me with some further instructions. While I didn't answer, he decided to leave a message. The message was as follows: "Hey Crissy, it's Brendan..." (in his serious voice, which he uses most of the time)... Before the message could continue it sounded like he was standing next to an exploding fire extinguisher. The rest of the message was full of out of control laughter from Lutes and Cliff. Brendan tried to continue his message but couldnt. They left a message (5 whole minutes) of them laughing hysterically. I must say, the laughing was pretty contagious. I finally got a hold of him. Brendan (again in his super serious voice) then explained what needed to be done. why were they laughing??? Brendan (who had some gnarly gas all day) farted so badly in the truck on that both HE and Cliff were so grossed out and had to roll the windows down immediately. Brendan said, and I quote, "It was so bad that I couldn't even handle it." Imagine that....