Something Feral

Digging up the flower-beds.

Sunday, November 28, 2010

Caturday Night Special, Episode 0x7A

... And the frenzy begins. It's getting to where one can't step out into the parking-lot anymore without being hedged-in by others that hope you're going instead of coming, railroaded by oblivious shoppers fifteen abreast, or losing my favorite ear-drum to the keening shrieks of children reaching for the latest fuzzy, brightly-colored animatronic Tribble.

Your sentence is one month, no additional sanity for good behavior. Humbug, I say. I reject pop-Christmas, and wish it a frigid demise, buried in red ink.


1 comment:

Doom said...

I knew I loved coming here, just certified. Giants or ogres or whatever I am grants me no license in these times. It is the time of the dwarves and their elvish mother keepers, all of them converted to Horde for the shopping binges. BAAAAHHHHH!