Jesus christ I went to bed at 10pm-ish and we were on like page 13, I went to work (no MN), came home, and have been catching up since 4pm because I have to keep stopping because I'm laughing so much, at which point DH asks why I'm laughing, so I have to explain the next hilarious post to him, and then we go off topic about ducks or giraffes (or that 15 minutes when I had to explain the Penis Beaker to him) or the irony that someone mentioned Godwin then not even a full page later the TRAs were calling us nazis and it wasn't because they suddenly got a sense of irony or humour and were overcome with the urge to send themselves up.
He says if I go inside, he'll post me a job lot of washerwoman disguises (probably from ebay circa 2005 when it still sold everything, so we'll need to dust off the time machine) so we can all bust out immediately.
No one ever suspects the washerwomen.