It was a very hectic weekend here at the
ULK headquarters, one that saw the back door kicked in and many of our top secret documents smudged with a gooey, oil-like substance, rendering the docs useless. All of you who were running scared because of how much information we had on you can now breathe easier. Even the
mandazi that Nansikombi brings in the morning was unusually oily. No one was physically hurt by the attack but the Streetsider now walks with a pimp stick, just in case. That said, I am here with the
411. The
kashoogidemagwan. You may have heard rumors about
411.11. I now take you on a journey through history; what momentous events have taken place on this auspicious day?