Well after trimming the Leap Tree (our tradition is to use Manzanita, though our brethren to the Great South of La prefer Yucca or a cactus for the fundy Leapers) with yert cakes made in the shape of phallic objects and star-shaped broccoli candy we all gathered around to perform the Stoogies ritual in which we all hope that everyone has a Curly Leap Day and doesn't meet up with any M.O.E.S. So on Leap Day itself we all bring on a Curly day by engaging in our annual wake 'n bake to remind us of our college days at the Institute of Leap (built upon the ruins of the ancient city of Achrida) where we all majored in jumping to conclusions, then we casually chug blender drinks until mid-afternoon upon whence the serious drinking starts.