YSaC, Vol. 843: No Reefunds.
I despise Christmas folderol when it arrives too early. I ESPECIALLY hate Christmas music before, oh, I don’t know, December the 24th at about 7:30 PM. Leroy Anderson is the devil, as far as I’m concerned. But if you MUST get in the spirit, here’s some decor for you:
Hand Made Reefs 🙂 for your door
these two specific reefs are $15.00… the prices vary. We hand made them and will take bulk orders if u want 🙂
please text or call ###-###-####
Handmade Christmas Reefs & Tree topper – $20
Hand made reefs are $20 – Angel topper – $15 – Snowman decor to hang on wall – $12 ea. call xxxx-xxxx.
Great Vine Reef
Great deal. In pic it’s to the left of my Grandmother. Currently decorated for Christmas, but can be decorated for any occassion.
(note: We seem to have mislaid the picture for that one. In a way, I’m glad, because now you can use your imagination to come up with something truly hilarious.)
Dried Flower Heart Shaped Reef – $10
We are trying to move and trying to sell some things before we do. I am selling this heart shaped reef that is in good condition. Please let me know if you are interested.
YAR! Shiver me timbers, mayteys, and buckle yer swashes! We be sailin’ off the Reef of the Holidays!
Thanks for the links Amy, sdenny, Katherine, and Ashley!
I agree. They all belong in the ocean.
There’s already too much garbage in the ocean. Kill them with fire!
That’s just the mead talking <G>
REEFER! REEFER! REEFER! REEFER! REEFER! REEFER! REEFER! REEFER! REEFER! REEFER! REEFER! REEFER! REEFER! REEFER!
That’s someone who makes reefs, right?
…. probably someone who smokes them.
If by “smokes” you mean “kills them with fire”, I’d like to volunteer.
We’ll have to wait until the tide goes out and they are a little drier, though.
Apparently, making reefs makes them sensitive, and they don’t like to be touched. There’s a whole song about it. It goes something like, “Please don’t feel the reefer….”
So, Larry, you’re new here, but you really really really should come back and post more often. 8)
I can totally see Flipper jumping through those.
The Christmas reef looks like it would be a pretty tight fit.
Might be just what Flipper is looking for.
What?
I’m thinking, Grandmother is in a photo urn — an extraordinarily creeperific type of urn that allows you to insert a photo of the deceased. She is on one side of the mantel*, the reef is centered above the fireplace, and, for symmetry and balance, Grandfather is actually on the other side of the mantel.
*This totally looks like it’s spelled wrong, but so did mantle, so I checked, and this is how you spell the shelf above the fireplace.
Ahh, The Great Pallbearer Reef.
The Great Pallbearer Reef is a rare and special sight, as it only comes out of the deep oceans of the Antarctic on Christmas eve, and will only surface once or twice during the night. Despite this, the Great Pallbearer Reef was hunted extensively during the late Mid-Evil era for its fragrant, cinnamon-scented oil. It is currently number sixty-eight on the Endangered Imaginary Species List.
Thank you for reminding me that ’tis the season when I will be sneezing uncontrollably every time I walk through the garden department at Lowes, thanks to that “cinnamon” scented oil that some marketing genius decided was synonymous with the holiday season.
You’re nicer* than I am, Bridgete – I was imagining grandmuffer was taxidermied.
*Nicer = less tasteless
One of the reasons I love this place.
Must be tired – I don’t get these puns atoll. I guess I’m knot trying, but I can’t fathom this conversation.
*spikes Grampdaddy’s coffee slice with Captain Morgan rum*
Good Morning Windrose – glad to see you’ve recovered from your time in the box. I certainly appreciate the pirate’s slice of coffee. I’ll reefer to this often.
Good morning, Grampdaddy! Plenty more where that came from.
Forget the reefs, look at the balls on those snowmen.
Um, bells. I meant bells.
Those must be very old snowmen, Bianchi – they have silver balls.
(Your comment was a hard on to build from.)
And they are dangling so low. Doesn’t it hurt if they drag in the snow?
Actually, it’s oddly refreshing.
I hear.
Looks like the snowman on the left had a developmental disability. That or he got a Purple Heart for his service in ‘Nam.
He’s got a purple heart on? I missed that.
That’s why Lefty is frowning.
Aaaaand NOW I’m hearing a vulgar adaption of “Do your ears hang low”….thanks so much you two!
You’re welcome. (I think.) 🙂
Meredith, had you not been home schooled, you would have heard that version about elebenty brazillion times in junior high.
There’s a clean version of that song?
Is there an actual song that was originally associated with that melody? I ask because our local ice cream trucks blast that tune for 8 months out of the year, to the point that I hear it in my sleep. When I was a kid all they had was a bell. I miss the bell.
So does the snowman on the left.
Well played, sir.
I’m thinking the original tune was Turkey in the Straw, but I have been known to make mistakes. 8)
I believe the Christmas Reef is around the Island of Lost Toys. The Great Vine Reef is in the Mediterranean, but the Dried Flower Heart Shaped Reef sank with Atlantis.
Ooh – Island of Lost Toys – That’s where Peter Pan took everybody, right? And there was Captain Morgan, and Captain Hooker, and our very own Capn, and TankerBelle. (Clapping hands furiously – I believe, TankerBelle, I believe! Please come back!)
TICK – TOCK, TICK -TOCK! – Quick, somebody throw the crocodile a canned hammy so he doesn’t eat Captain Hook!
*I’m gonna go take a rest now….*
Hey, wha- Who woke me up? Oy, my aching head; curse that dom perry yon. You better have a danged good reason for this, ya sonzabitches…
Oh. YSaC. Grampdaddy! Hello. Good morning. **Tries heartily to blink the bloodshotness out of her eyes.**
**Throws buckets of sparkly tanker dust around hoping that will blind everyone to the wrinkly wings.**
Well, now I know where most of my fridge keg of Spaten went.
Are these reefs endangered? I’m not sure anyone (in their left mind) would mind.
Hammy is in the box! I better put some paper down.
Hey, not to complain or anything, but how come you got to be in the box with TacoTypo and I’m in the box with Hammy? I would rub Lola’s tummy, or christina’s tummy, or your tummy, or any number of other tummies, but I will NOT rub the puppy’s tummy!
Just sayin’.
Well, at least I’m on top…
🙂
My, what big ears you have Hammy! Is it true what they say about guys with big ears? Just so you know, they’ll droop when you get older….
That’s what Vieargra is for…
You are in the box, Grampdaddy! I just didn’t need to put paper down for you, did I?
(edited to show off that I can) It just clicked what the true complaint was, duh! So let’s see, any volunteers from the ladies to get in the box with Grampdaddy and Hammy?
If by some abomination of nature I ever find myself pregnant, belly rubbing strangers (or friends and family for that matter) are going to find out that fifteen years of martial arts and self defense can be recalled and used effectively in a heartbeat.
Even if we ask politely? And it’s only a virtual belly rub?
[tmi time] I actually have an overly sensitive, extremely “innie” navel that will cause me to gag or worse if it is touched (apparently due to the doctor cutting the umbilical cord wrong).
On a somewhat related note, Windrose, did you see the South Park episode where Cartman is trying to join forces with Cthulhu by rubbing his belly and saying “Who’s my good little man?”
What could be worse than gagging?
Oh. Oh yeah. Sorry.
christina, no, I didn’t see that one! Will have to search it out. Also, rubbing Chthulhu’s tummy only works for me. 8)
Smedley, one of my college friends found out how much worse when he held me down and tickled me until… yeah, beer and Taco Bell…
EEEEEEwwwwwwwwwwwwwww
I’d love to see a pregnant lady kicking some ass.
Me too! But not me. I’m adopting.
Beer and Taco Bell… Not just for breakfast anymore.
“Better out than in”…?
Eeew.
I though a saw teeth marks on the corners of the box. Hammy stop chewing on the box. Grampdaddy put that line back.
Congrad’s to both.
If there are no volunteers, I might have to do my duty. In the box.
*Rolls over, wags*
So good to see you DC! Astro would like to know if you are going to be at BoA next weekend. He’s looking for somewhere to rest his weary head, and thought he might be able to use your shoulder(s).
“Drum Captian”
Hmm… Couple ways we could go here.
Well, obviously, she won the the Best Drumline Caption at the Craigslist Invitational.
Ah. My bad.
You know Cracker and Tweaker
And Downer and Vicodin,
Acid and Stupid
And Dumber and Blitzed-one.
But do you recall
The most famous asshat of all?
Sparky the Craigslist asshat
(asshat)
Had a very crappy reef
(like round turd)
And if you ever saw it
(saw it)
You would even say it blows
(like my lawn service)
All of the other asshats
(asshats)
Used to laugh and call him names
(All in typos)
They never let poor Sparky
(Sparky)
Play in any asshat games
(like Russian roulette)
Then one druggy Saturday night
The Sherriff came to say
(No No No)
Sparky with your reef(er) in sight
You are going to jail tonight
Then all the asshats loved him
(loved him)
And they shouted out with glee
(yippee)
Sparky the Craigslist asshat
(asshat)
You’ll be in Bubba’s harem, see?
(like OJ)
You may have made the Ostrimu very angry. Very angry, indeed.
OMG — I can’t even begin to tell my kids why I’m laughing so hard (or humming Christmas songs to myself).
And now I have Christmas on Parade stuck in my head…
**Shoots firework out of forward gun turret in celebration of Hammy’s genius
***Ooh, sorry about that, folks. Should probably have opened the Snark Lounge window first.
*flashback to ned beatty scene with 40mm cannon in movice “1941”*
Movice is a great way to describe most movies made today.
I would have gone with “crap”.
Cousteau would be enraged to see this is where all the reefs are going.
Bulk orders?
As in gifts for friends, family….or Aunt Tillie?
Seems more like the perfect touch for the Deer Slaughter Swing Set, or
the Tetanus 1/2 Boat Sandbox.
One is more than plenty!
Indigo, you just gave me a great idea! I know everyone in my office would love to have a hand-
crapcrafted Christmas reef!Be sure the card reads:
“I thought of you when I saw this!”
Perfect way to cement co-irker office relations.
I thought the reefs were endangered? Aren’t we supposed to protect the reefs?
Selling reefs in bulk=environmentally friendly fail.
The Grate Bear Reef better watch out.
Meredtih — are you in my head today?
All I want for Chrithmath ith a handmade reef.
REALY????
Nah, just KIDING.
No, REALLY!
REAL AND FUN!!!
[COMMENT TRAITS4]
Penis!
PECIL.
Hey!
Lola, what are you doing with my typo?
Nothing. I ain’t touchin’ it, Hamms. Got no use for a golf pecil.
The puppy makes up in enthusiasm what he lacks in … lead.
Mega-brazillian elebenty doors for Lola and AR! Just glad I wasn’t on the receiving end of those two comments.
*Aside to Hammy – don’t let it bother you, they’re just jealous because they only have ball points, no pecils*
Mega-brazillian elebenty doors right back atcha, Gramps, for “ball points.”
You did notice that she capitalized my typo…
Wanted to make sure it could be seen??
Bold
Italics
Everything!You forgot one:
(Writing “blockquote” 3 times was kinda fun.)
Ah yes – it’s beginning to look a lot like Christmas – holly, reefs and ♫Catnuts roasting on an open fire♫
I’m impressed. Hand-building a reef takes time! We’ve just started a new one at work and right now it’s pretty much a large rock with some translocated coral on it. Ours don’t look like the pictures though. Maybe it looks different out of the water?
You’d have to place your order about a decade in advance to get the completed reef by Christmastime, though. And we can’t match those prices: the lowest we go is $40,000 for the littlest reef.
Man, no wonder we aren’t getting as many contracts as we used to for reefbuilding. Damn lowballing CL-ers….
The Littlest Reef would make a good children’s story about rebuilding the ocean!
Isn’t that what Bill Clinton did?
That was, “The Littlest Reefer”, the heartwarming story of a nickel bag who pulled itself up by its own bong to become a successful blunt.
Sound track by Frank Sinatra, doobie-doobie-doo…
Didn’t it also have that song in it by Peter, Paul, and Mary – “Puffed, my ass is draggin’ ”
You don’t really have to change anything about that song to make it about reefer.
That settles it. We’re doing a Pirate-themed Christmas tree this year.
With Cap’n Claus, scourge o’ the Arctic Seas?
Theory: More people come to comment at YSaC on Sundays instead of going to church. Less people come to comment on Saturdays in favor of shopping, chores, housework, shopping, lunch with friends, shopping, or possibly going dancing all night.
Discuss.
Does it count if you have leftover Church’s Chicken for breakfast?
Well, there’s a couple more Saturday’s of football for me.
I’ll likely be too busy cooking on Thanksgivving to to snark.
Ugly possibility I’ll be a “elf” at Santa’s Wonderland very soon, too (maybe; could be overqualified for that job too <sigh>).
Or maybe being reefed os more engaging than Sprky to rideless Mower.
Also, while Church’s makes a good-enough product when hot, I’m more than sure I’d not enjoy it cold (but I’m right picky about my churchbird).
I actually wet it down then put it under the broiler for a bit.
Gets re-crispy without drying out.
I don’t comment on Saturdays because of Shabbat. Now that clocks have been changed, I’ll be able to check in here Sat. nights unless I have a busy night planned. Last night I went out and spent money rather than coming here. I got a really cute new hat. : )
But… I thought Shabbat was about not working or exerting oneself? Surely YSaC couldn’t possibly be construed as work?
“Work” has a very broad and very specific definition. Electricity has been classified as work under the categories of fire, building, and something else that I can’t remember.
And example of when “work” and work seem to contradict:
Using an elevator is prohibited (b/c of electricity) so if one wanted to get to a high floor on shabbat, one would have to climb lots of stairs, thereby exerting onself.
I also spend a fair amount of time on shabbat either in synagogue or eating festive meals (or catching up on sleep), so even if I could, I wouldn’t have that much time to spend here.
AR, is it that phones are considered electrical, or some other sort of work? My landlords have an answering service and don’t pick up their messages on the sabbath until late Saturday evening (if there’s an emergency during that time, the service contacts someone else) and while I knew it was for religious observance, I never knew why it is prohibited … and as it was never an issue, I never had a reason to ask.
Yeah, Lola, it’s electricity. Most technology that can’t be run on a timer is traditionally prohibited, and even some which could be run on a timer (like TV) are considered not really in the “spirit” of shabbat.
All rules are suspended in emergencies.
Thank you! That makes sense. Sometimes I want to ask about things like that but don’t want to make people self-conscious, particularly in regard to religion, just to satisfy my own curiosity.
I love learning stuff on this site. It’s snark + information.
The one thing to remember about my info is that there are very few things that all Jews agree on. So there are lots of Jews who don’t consider electricity to be “work.”
And I’m always happy to answer polite, interested questions. “What do you mean, you don’t believe in Jesus?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?” is not one.
AR – thank you for the wonderful explanation. Most of the Jewish persons I knew growing up were not Orthodox, nor did they practice their faith so I never had a clear understanding of “keeping the sabbath”. I still don’t, but at least I now know more, thanks to you.
Keeping the sabbath involves both negative prohibitions and positive commandments. The prohibitions are on “work,” the definitions of which are based on the labors done to build the Tabernacle in the desert. The positive commandments include sanctifying the day (this means prayers and generally involves wine to start each meal), resting, and being joyous (=eating and/or learning holy texts).
HA! No, AR, I will never ask you that question. I was raised in a denomination that had a strong proseletyzing (sp?) streak that I was never totally comfortable with, so you’ll never hear that from me. Now my denomination is, while more liturgical and theoretically formal, more about ecumenicalism and coexistence, rather than trying to convert everyone (we’re happy if you join us, but we won’t harangue you if you don’t). I’ve got relatives who are clergy and was pleasantly surprised about their openmindedness on this subject.
That question was generally more incredulous than anything else. From Christians who can understand worshiping (why does that only have 1 “p”?) god/Jesus in different ways, but can’t comprehend not doing so at all.
Well, it can also get interesting when we include Mennonites and Amish in these sorts of discussions, since many of the specifics are tied to definitions of work (or profit from work/labor of others).
What’s a weekend???
~60 hours straight with *all* the kids.
Someone that can’t block or catch?
So Randy Moss, then.
Some of us comment and go to church (though not today), and some of us are Jewish. Or pagan. Or go to the Saturday night service/mass (prior to going out; I consider it being “well rounded”) after sleeping all day.
And some of us consider this our church.
Some of us wear tin foil hats because we’re scared of organized religion. Organized anything, really.
A look at my house at the moment might suggest that I’m scared of organization in general (or bad at it, which is the more-accurate conclusion).
I’m a big fan of shoving things in plastic totes and hiding them in the closet. Organization be damned!
I am interested in your philosophy and would like to subscribe to your newsletter, good lady.
Of course, after I read it, it will probably sit in a pile until such time as I put it in a tote and shove it in a closet …
I would probably put the newsletter on top of a pile of stuff “to read” and not see it again for at least a few months.
Sorry, I printed up a few copies of my newsletter, but I forgot which tote they’re in and if I open the closet door stuff might fall out.
E-newsletter solves all these problems!
Oh, wait, this was a joke/theoretical. Darn, and I got all excited about getting more email.
Lola, it occurred to me afterward that I was catering to a certain segment of the population that rarely shows up here. 8/
LaKitta, Amen!
christina, here’s a beanie I made just for you!
Some of us were outside in the rain chopping the heck out of overgrown bushes with Mr. Tank. Because we thought Sparky’s Lawn Service sounded a bit… undercapitalized. And although the sun is out today, it is also raining like a mofo. So somewhere there is a double rainbow. And it’s full on! But… [you know the rest]
This is so wrong, but the other day there was a little girl in the grocery store wearing rainbow striped pjs. My husband leaned over to me and whispered, “What does it mean?”
She worships Rainbow Brite. Or possibly Skittles.
She fell out of a unicorns’ behind.
christina, I think I love your husband.
one of the radio stations here in beautiful downtown albany has already gone ‘all christmas, all the time’, as of nov. 1. there is no escaping this stuff. sign me, a jewish girl who will go over the edge before dec 25th…..
Time to get the Barenaked Ladies holiday album, and put just the Hanukkah songs on your MP3 player or other such device.
http://www.amazon.com/Barenaked-Holidays-Ladies/dp/B0002XED3A/ref=sr_1_8?s=music&ie=UTF8&qid=1289163180&sr=1-8
O.J. Simpson. Still not a jew.
One of the stations here, which usually plays music I like, goes all-Christmas starting Thanksgiving, and it makes me so sad. I’ll check in every one in a while hoping to catch Carol of the Bells, or some such, but it’s usually repetitive pop cr@p.
Not looking forward to work in December as all they have on is the oldies station which switches over to Christmas music immediately after Thanksgiving. Longer holiday hours and the same cliche songs on repeat… gee… fun.
Noise-canceling headphones?
I wish. Headphones an ipod earbuds are prohibited where I work.
*and
*then
OT real life suckage: I saw a truck today with a window decal of a backhoe with the words “Dign for a livin”. Just like that, no punctuation. It took me a long time to figure out that dign was “digging.”
The road construction crew that seems to constantly tearing up my area has a sign that always brings a smile ….
Caution
SLOW
Workers
Ahead
Aw, how sad. By the time they finish, they’ll have to start over again.
I always thought the “SLOW children at play” sign was a bit mean.
Well, “they” only know what the slow kids the are up to; the clever ones remain a mystery . . .
Christina, that reminds me that for years a man lived up the street from my parents who had a sign on his vehicle reading “Damifino.” For the longest time, I thought it was Italian. No, really.
Cross between a Dalmatian and a Rhinoceros?
No, no, the joke is what’s a cross between an ELEPHANT and a rhino…
‘elephino
I haven’t been able to make sense of that. It’s a good sign that I can’t read Sparkese, right?
If you would care for a ‘translation’, split it after the 3rd letter, the 5th letter, and the 6th letter. Or, just ignore it and you will continue to live a full, happy, and productive life.
Being Italian and living in Texas, I got it immediately. How sad.
The really sad part was when he got a new vehicle and got a new sign, professionally done (the first was obviously DIY). It makes my dad crazy, because he views it as being proud of one’s ignorance.
AR – yes, be glad you can’t!
Properly spelled, it could be a statement of apathy rather than ignorace, but yeah, written like that…
(I got it with Gramps’ hint.)
“Dign” could be read to rhyme with “sign.” The backhoe driver could have come up with an elaborate double entendre- “Diggin’ for a livin’/ Dyin’ for a livin’.”
Nah.
Is he the village gravedigger, perchance?
I assumed he was making a living out of losing his dignity one letter at a time.
Three letters down, Sparky! Four to go!
Yanno, as an incurable crafty-girl, I just cannot stop myself from commenting – these be some seriously ugly-a$$ reefs.
I’m the queen of ugly Christmas crafts (I made our tree out of dowels and wooden disksTinker Toy style) and even I have to agree that these are hideous.
Ugly is in the eye of the
beholderbuyer. So as long as you’re not trying to sell them, there’s no problem.Also the beerholder.
I actually did consider selling my tinker toy trees, and yes, beer or some other spirit may have been involved in the creative process. This year I’m attempting a spiral tree with LED lights and aluminium hangers tape.
I TOTALLY want a Tinker Toy tree! I’ve never had a “real live” tree of my own since I moved out of my parents’ house, because except for one year, I have always been at someone else’s house for Christmas. The year I stayed home my parents were visiting, and there really wasn’t room (insert NYC apartment-size cliche here) for three of us, a cat, and an actual tree (I have a tiny fake one that can be tipped over by cats and be OK; we put the presents on the shelves near it). So things like Tinker Toy trees are ideal.
Still miss the tree smell, though. That’s the real holiday smell, not overwhelming cinnamon oil.
Tinker toy tree
It’s about four feet tall and very wobbley.
I cut off the http.
Try this
Or go to last December on my blog and click on the 8th (post titled Scattered Thoughts Ahead).
christina, that seriously kicks butt! I love the idea, and you could easily make it non-denominational – a few minor modifications and it would be good for Christmas, Festivus, Kwaanza, and/or Hannukah.
Bravo!
I like it. What did you use for the varigated-color sections in the “trunk”? Are those the disks?
A couple of Christmases ago my cousin and his new bride had a tiny apartment and a grad-student budget. He is a filmmaker and somewhat generally creative, so they had a “treepod.” They had some green fabric and swathed the tripod in it. I can’t remember what they used for ornaments/decorations, but it was so sad it was funny. They have a real house now, so I expect they’re planning to get their first real tree.
Ha! It all comes apart and the base is just a pole so it could be used for Festivus!
Lola, the middle segments are pvc pipe wrapped in patterned paper. The disks are wood, cut with a hole saw, that I drilled along the sides to stick the “branches” in.
I’ve only once ever had a real tree and I won’t do it again because nothing is worse than stepping on pine needles on the way to the bathroom at 3am. That, and we have a tradition of home made gifts so I thought a home made tree seemed appropriate, however Charlie Brown it might be.
Sssssshhhhhh! Nobody say anything too loud! It’s 1602 CST and the cat is still snoozing. Maybe his stomach will nap for another hour until the clocks get to the correct time . . .
Y’all did good, the cat stayed curled up in “his” recliner until the timer-activated lights started coming on. With the correct stimuloi, feline hunger then comported to the vaguarities of human-mechanical time.
You may now return to your preferred volumes of jocularity and frivolity.
Lucky Cap’n, my dogs got their dinner early and will likely be barking for breakfast at five am.
Ask me at 10/11–we’ll see if the one on-time is a pattern or not . . .
Yeesh, that angel is ugly. I just had to say that. Now I’ll read through everyone else’s comments.
But would ya look at that Angle… she’s a beaut’!
That Angle is pretty acute!
True, AR – but most of us would be looking ugly if we knew someone was going to stick a pine tree up our posterior….
I’d start running quickly in the other direction, not stand around looking ugly!
She probably doesn’t have legs, so her options are probably limited to unpleasant anticipation.
She has wings, though, so she could try to fly away.
And screaming, “Help me Euell Gibbons!”
That’s a big load of ugly for those wings to carry though … 8)
Finally realized what had been nagging at me with our mem today.
“Reef” is a verb in my world, it means to take in a slab of sail and thus reduce the area exposed to the wind. This is done in andvance of storms or the like, or when one wants to increase reacation time by reducing speed.
the term comes from the line of reinforcement sewn across a sail, through which lashing ropes pass. Visually this resembled an oceanic reef. With a ply of sail taken up and lashed to a spar, the resemblance increases.
Which then means there’s a great deal of associated maritime terminology, like “shaking out reefs” or “close-reefing” or that sails have reef bands and reef points.
So, if Sparky wants to come fit out my front door with a topsail, I’m not sure I wish to susbcribe to their newsletter.
(Oh, and on modern sailing vessels, we use roller-reefing, which mostly looks like a venetian blind, and not at all like a pelagic coral formation atoll.)
Grampdaddy and Hammy, please kindly share this with each other; Punchity Punch Punch!
G’Night, Oceania!
It was truly an honor to share a Golden Lotus with Hammy. He is a genuinely talented and entertaining individual and a pleasure to be with, if only he would get off of my leg.
Goodnight, 4/20.
Thanks Gramp, same to you!! (except the leg bit…)*
*I got off, don’t worry.
What?