It’s the Thoughtlessness that Counts
Predator Press
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AS millions and millions of Predator Press fans already know, July is commemorated worldwide as the birthday of Predator Press.
And any moment now –as is tradition- people in possession of copious amounts of high explosives and potent alcohol will light up the skies in spontaneous and adoring splendor.
I am always deeply moved and exhilarated by the spur-of-the-moment festivities, and simultaneously disconcerted by the massive firepower our dangerous readers can apparently attain.
But Predator Press Birthday Month isn’t about blowing each others fingers and heads off ... in fact, I don’t really know how that ritual even got started.
Predator Press' Birthday Month is about getting presents.
There are numerous things you could give to Predator Press with far less risk of injury. Pyramids for instance. Or an eighty-foot tall solid gold LOBO effigy, surrounded by bleachers that future generations can worship from in self-deprecating comfort.
Comments
I hope it isn't too painful.
Happy birthday!
DG: Don't lose faith. With hard work and due dilligence, one day Predator Press shall rise to the national noteriety and import of "Jackass."
I hope.
ettarose: Thanks for your appreciation of my birth!
-It was nothing really.
Nooter: Well you have the dimension and scale correct, but pyramids aren't supposed to stick to the bottom of your shoe.
Can you imagine how big those big shiny green flies must be in Egypt?
[*shudder*]
Beau: haha! With that whole "card" thing covered, the only things left on my registry are luxury cars and Diplomatic Immunity.
-And maybe ice cream cake.
Me-Me King: Thank you! It is a rather remarkable achievement I guess. I should note that my mom provided some ancillary assistance in this matter … Without her, it would have been extremely difficult.