So, this year's IML is over. I know right, sad face. Parents can now stop covering their childrenez' eyes as they pass the Congress Hotel. Real-life biological daddies can act like 'dey not lookin wit dey lookin asses' as they passed the hotel and pinch a tent in their pants big enough to fit their son's Boy Scouts pack. I swear I saw a few people's daddies packing heat. The South Loop will no longer have the sweet aroma of musk, poppers; oops I meant VCR cleaner, and cigarettes. And most importantly, none of us will have to ever feature that jankey negative 5 star roach motel.