The geomancers who study the mysterious Babbage ley-lacks have divined that this would be an auspicious weekend for the fabled Bridge of Thighs to appear.
I wouldn’t believe a thing those crackpots say, of course, but Mr Underby, Personal Assistant to the Mayor, insists that they are never wrong.
The first (by timestamps) to report the location(s?) of the Bridge of Thighs to Mr. Tenk via LM or SLURL will receive a parcel of land to build ein Schpookyhaus on.
More than one lot may be available. No blabbing until winners are announced
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