there's something rotten in connecticut!
what?
wow,
good call, y'all.
it's not just something,
it's most minky, mincey, nancypantsy things.
...and that's no joke.
we've been wandering and roaming and
practically foaming like a frappe of rabid rage
at the raw, butt-nasty, dirt-dirty situation down here.
the smells!
oh, the smells!!!
the least populated spots have got more packed-in
sardine-type duders than the most inhabited corners
of the far-superior woodsly goodness.
my wifey needs her space, neighbors.
the close-quarters combat of a hard-style holiday
in this crammed up clog called connecticut is not spacious.
i mean,
you guys get it-
connecticut is NOT dope.
that's real.
but we're here, and it's really happening,
so i guess we're documenting the whole shooting match
until the final throes are done twitching.
word up.
***********
yuuuuuuup.it's on, kids.
you'd do well to get in bed extra-early.
visions of sugarplums, an' that.
you ninjas know the drill, dontcha?
if you've somehow managed to be nice,
and not get taken Off The List,
then our jolly ol' buddy santa comes tonight.
yay!
-
but if you've been naughty?
uh-huh.
the berserker barbarians raid your gates,
throwing burning chunks and lumps of anthracite,
setting fires,
smashing sh!t and chopping heads,
and you'll probably have a better time for their efforts.
silent and holy can suckle those snowballs, b!tches.
we're on that criss-crossed countryside
back-and-forthrightness
forward moving time spanning family togetherness jauns.
big flippin' deal.
tonight is the night,
today is the day,
tomorrow is even moreso,
and monday is the most.
we're geting so much closer to christmas,
which in turn brings us within heartbeats
of XI-mas.
and that's the big action.
happy holiday times to all you worthy warriors,
you seasoned veterans get season's greetings.
and you nancy novices get noel nuances.
that's equanimity on the eve, yo.
happy happy, merry merry, and all that.
be good to each other;
never quiet, never soft.....
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