Yesterday, as I was taking the day off for "tired," we all got an anonymous email, forcing me to hop into the chat cave and shout GODDAMMIT YOU FUCKERS HEAR JACK STUEF FOUND THE TREASURE? "Yes," they said, and that was that and then I left again lest the couch start missing my voluminous ass. Forrest Fenn's treasure, a chest of doubloons and gems and pre-Colombian artifacts, and probably your mom, last night, had been found in Wyoming in June, where the warm waters end, under the house of Brown, by the blaze,