Crap.
Just a bunch of crap, really. Silly stuff, silly string, silly soda (that’s beer) and silly people. Silly like Darth Vader riding a bike. You gotta hand it to those Chad Vader writers, they’re pretty good.
So we hope with all hope that you are getting a cold for Christmess, or better yet, a cold sore, and maybe you’ve slipped and fell. That’s what we hope. Peace on earth, bad things for men.
And speaking of naughty or nice – you decide:
We think your choice is pretty obvious there.
And we’ve heard from the estimable Hurl in Minneapolis that all is well in the lovely Twins. He sends visual evidence along with his normal wordplay.
I guess that says it all, in its own special way.
And we’re very proud to announce that Carter, aka Han Solo, aka Liesure Man, aka Chef, and his lovely wife Casey have given birth to a baby girl, Claudia. Well, Casey gave birth to it, Carter was most likely selling smokes in the lobby or perusing the nearest antique store. We say a hearty congrats to the proud parents, and we will go deep into black spiritual meditation (read: a shitty bar with good tunes and naked chicks) to “pray” (for lack of a better word) that it looks like Casey. We truly hope so. Also, given the Ragbrai lineage of Evil and Marley involved here, we can only hope she rides for Marley, for Carter’s sake. The Marley’s just smoke some herb and suffer the random Billthy arrest, unlike us, with bombs, and disease, and religious war, and pestilence and just generally horrible stuff. Congrats!
