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So I’m sitting here without a topic.
And I just did my old standby when I got nothing, farts, yesterday.
I could be in real trouble here.
Oh sure, I suppose I could talk about holiday stuff. Like when my neighbor subtly slipped me a green, leafy substance in a cellophane baggie -roughly the size and weight of a mouse- and said “Merry Christmas” with a winking grin.
I could write about how I got drugs for Christmas maybe.
I don’t know what getting drugs for Christmas says about a person really, but I can tell you my whole “Naughty or Nice” thing is totally screwed up, and that Hostess™ products are one of the most highly underrated products on the market today. I did draft an in-depth post about it, but I don’t think I’ll ever publish ”And That’s How the Quasars Pissed Off the Unicorns,” as it is a deeply personal account of my personal relationship with breakfast cereal mascots in the wane.
But I don’t want to get too cerebral here, either … I guess my point is I did conquer my writer’s block, so I won’t ruin millions and millions of Predator Press fans’ Christmas after all.

So far, I’ve got Perez Hilton and last year’s undefeated winner Larry Craig. I don’t know what I’ll do if Larry Craig wins again … Larry Craig has almost ruined the whole Predator Press Man of the Year franchise with his successive victories, making me a very lazy –yet undeniably sexy- satirist. I don’t think Larry Craig should win again. But that’s just me; I can only do what The People mandate, you know?

Tiger Woods, for instance, would be a great candidate. Or how about my personal nominee Randy Quaid?
Oh c’mon … there’s something hilarious about how we want the same government to find Osama Bin Laden that can’t find the guy from Christmas Vacation.
1 comment:
Ya know, I'm not sure receiving parsley is getting drugs for Christmas...
:D
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