If it wasn’t Stoughton, I might have guessed Westby, WI (they even have a ski jump) or perhaps Door County.
Brian
Now that the [del]Unions have broken in half [/del] [del]boys scouts[/del] [del]We stopped using federal funding[/del] (Insert some non-political example of a regulation group which has stopped watching us here) , we can stop paying attention to all those silly by-laws about concepts like “Human Decency”, and “Pain thresholds”. 
Ah, boob bonding. We shall be close indeed. Bosom buddies, even.
It is better to have lurked in loft than never to have lurked at all.
Just because we haven’t doesn’t mean we can’t.
Ahhhh…been awhile since I’ve sat in the Evil Overlord Throne of Evil. Now then, Barrels, welcome aboard. If you’ll just slip on this blindfold and have a seat in that chair over there (yes, yes…the one with the manacles hanging from it), we’ll make this a proper welcoming.
Oh no! I know better than that! Remeber, looooooong time lurker! You ain’t fooling me 
And nothing involving a goat is proper!
Barrels
Not going to get in the chair willingly, 'eh? :dubious: Not to worry…ve haf vays uf makink you sit…
Barrels, have a margarita. It makes the time pass a little faster during the, uh, ceremony.
Welcome from your lurkdome and howdy from a (former) fellow dairy milker, though I’m a Californian one. No I’m not trying to get into any bovine secretion turf war or anything, but I’ll challenge you to a calf-carrying contest if I’m pushed. Though you’d likely beat me into the ground as I’ve not squeezed on an udder in counting on fingers good Og…10 years.
Smartest. Lurker. Ever.
My dear Barrels, run, don’t walk, away from Hal Briston. Not that it matters, 'cause he’ll catch you anyway.
You see, even though he pretends to be a Great Evil OverLord, the truth is…
he can’t control his creations. just can’t handle them.