Break

11.2.2k2
Thursday, 15 November, 2002

It is that very special time of year that all Americans should feel strongly both the Holiday Spirit and the call to War. Being your close-to-average American household, my roommate pals and I sure have been feeling that familiar feeling; so much so indeed that Fats, Porkchop and I have instituted the Call-Up to Active Duty. For the interim, delightful friends,

Lt. Fats,




PFC Porkchop



and my self-appointed Burger-Meister–Self,

Meisterburger TNSC Robot,



have, as your typical all-volunteer Army, dedicated ourselves to the defense of our late-months Holiday/War rights and made ourselves available to the local/state/feds as Defenders of the Sacred Holiday/War Trust. Do yrselves a fav and, y’know, do the same. Dig out them helmets, bayonettes, scowls and mistletoe. Beat yr chests and cry Havoc/Advent and Let fly the Dogs of War-/Elves of Yuletide-Greetings.

I can’t believe any this shit.

After the hard day, meet the good ones at the bar.

Bring yr pals, I know I will. See you there. bye-ee!