Creamsicle Christmas
The Haul
Well so far, the Christmas is one to spooge over. We'll recap, first. Friday was a big score with a Uni Web of Lies starter from John, fleshing at the already bad ass Uni Khol Wall deck. Monday brought the Erotic Role Player's Handbook from Nick, opening a door for some fresh porkin (not with Nick though).
Today, the care package arrived from the boys down south, aka The Watchdogs, and the jizz fest began anew. In order of unwrapping, Boolah opened with some D&D swag. Fiend Folio and The Complete Divine, unwrapped, and I'm already halfway through Fiend Folio, sparking at least two adventure ideas, one of which meshes beautifully into where the campaign will be shortly. Big up B-man.
Joe Joe was next with some funky fresh Spiderman paper and a super fly Sped drawing on the name tag. Popped open to reveal Chobits 1-4, which I've been interested in and stealing sneak peaks at the manga since B&N started in October. He followed it up with the ever swank G-Taste: Vol 2. Boobaliscious and for some reason I'll NEVER complain about, I can generally score with anime porn.
C-Dog Big Country finalized the deal with two wrap jobs made of tissue paper and duct tape. Taint nuffin more redneck than that...cept the Redneck Mobile, which I hope makes it through another harsh road salt winter. First tissue monster opened its maw to reveal the classic, ever-popular Akira anime, one of the great classics which no anime fan should not own. Following that came the spunk master of all gifts, The Complete Collection (all 36 episodes) of the first anime I ever saw, the one that started it all; Robotech:The Macross Saga.
Truly, my friends are challenging the gift I got Wendy for the title of Most Awesomest Gift Ever. My gift gets points for being decided upon in August, requiring a mad quest, and not coming from a list, though. Still, kudos to the boys. Hope they dig my gifts nearly half as much as I dug theirs.
A Few Minor Rants
Traffic. Specifically Holiday Traffic. Now, I'm not gonna go into parking lot ettiquette, cause it's been overdone to no avail. I'll just touch that briefly to say, find a spot and park there...walk to the door from the last fucking row of parking and get yer shit done. Don't hunt for the elusive door spot. Don't follow me to my car. If you follow me, I promise, I'll either shoot your tires out, or simply conveniently remember I forgot to get my receipt, meaning I have to go back inside....but ONLY after sitting there for at least 3 minutes "letting the car warm up".
My holiday traffic tale is thus. On my way to work, I was on the on ramp to the two-lane west bound lanes, ONE other car on the road. The left lane was open. When I sped up, this bitch sped up. When I slowed down, she did too. She would not let me on the highway. My lane ended, I still hadn't merged. So, what did I do? Same thing any good Nascar fan would. Got my nose far enough ahead she'd see what I was doing and merged. Completely faithful of the fact that she'd move. She did. Now, if some jack ass had virtually body checked my car over into the next lane, I'd either A) speed up and get the hell away from the fucker or B) slow down and let the maniac get the hell away from me. She did neither. She maintained the exact same position she was in, regardless of my speed, until we reached other traffic, which forced her to drive like a normal person. What the fuck possesses people to drive like that? I paid just as much for that road as her. Bad day? Don't drive.
Cold. I don't think we've hit 10 degrees or more all week. Why do we live here? Sure, it's cold back home, but there's 2 feet of snow. That's a reason to be cold. We got Jack in Minnesota, and sub fucking artcic temperatures. That's Poopsemort if you ask me. Worse, in Embarass, MN, it was -42 F BEFORE the wind chill was figered in. Witch's Tit? A Witch's Tit's a fucking day at the beach compared to that shit my friends.
ER. The day before the day before Christmas is busy as shit in my ER. Nope, nothing tragic and only one potentially fatal illness. The rest? Toothaches and diarrhea. Fucking people. Stay home, make some ham for the family tomorrow, pray and get ready for church, or pray and get ready for the Vikings vs. Packers game tomorrow. If you ain't sick, pretend you give a damn about the holidays and enjoy your family. Christ. That's what it's about after all....Christ. Some tell me he was the original Poops McGee. Of course, I'll prolly burn in hell for not capitalizing 'he'.
Gotta go, gotta a diarrhea baby.
Well so far, the Christmas is one to spooge over. We'll recap, first. Friday was a big score with a Uni Web of Lies starter from John, fleshing at the already bad ass Uni Khol Wall deck. Monday brought the Erotic Role Player's Handbook from Nick, opening a door for some fresh porkin (not with Nick though).
Today, the care package arrived from the boys down south, aka The Watchdogs, and the jizz fest began anew. In order of unwrapping, Boolah opened with some D&D swag. Fiend Folio and The Complete Divine, unwrapped, and I'm already halfway through Fiend Folio, sparking at least two adventure ideas, one of which meshes beautifully into where the campaign will be shortly. Big up B-man.
Joe Joe was next with some funky fresh Spiderman paper and a super fly Sped drawing on the name tag. Popped open to reveal Chobits 1-4, which I've been interested in and stealing sneak peaks at the manga since B&N started in October. He followed it up with the ever swank G-Taste: Vol 2. Boobaliscious and for some reason I'll NEVER complain about, I can generally score with anime porn.
C-Dog Big Country finalized the deal with two wrap jobs made of tissue paper and duct tape. Taint nuffin more redneck than that...cept the Redneck Mobile, which I hope makes it through another harsh road salt winter. First tissue monster opened its maw to reveal the classic, ever-popular Akira anime, one of the great classics which no anime fan should not own. Following that came the spunk master of all gifts, The Complete Collection (all 36 episodes) of the first anime I ever saw, the one that started it all; Robotech:The Macross Saga.
Truly, my friends are challenging the gift I got Wendy for the title of Most Awesomest Gift Ever. My gift gets points for being decided upon in August, requiring a mad quest, and not coming from a list, though. Still, kudos to the boys. Hope they dig my gifts nearly half as much as I dug theirs.
A Few Minor Rants
Traffic. Specifically Holiday Traffic. Now, I'm not gonna go into parking lot ettiquette, cause it's been overdone to no avail. I'll just touch that briefly to say, find a spot and park there...walk to the door from the last fucking row of parking and get yer shit done. Don't hunt for the elusive door spot. Don't follow me to my car. If you follow me, I promise, I'll either shoot your tires out, or simply conveniently remember I forgot to get my receipt, meaning I have to go back inside....but ONLY after sitting there for at least 3 minutes "letting the car warm up".
My holiday traffic tale is thus. On my way to work, I was on the on ramp to the two-lane west bound lanes, ONE other car on the road. The left lane was open. When I sped up, this bitch sped up. When I slowed down, she did too. She would not let me on the highway. My lane ended, I still hadn't merged. So, what did I do? Same thing any good Nascar fan would. Got my nose far enough ahead she'd see what I was doing and merged. Completely faithful of the fact that she'd move. She did. Now, if some jack ass had virtually body checked my car over into the next lane, I'd either A) speed up and get the hell away from the fucker or B) slow down and let the maniac get the hell away from me. She did neither. She maintained the exact same position she was in, regardless of my speed, until we reached other traffic, which forced her to drive like a normal person. What the fuck possesses people to drive like that? I paid just as much for that road as her. Bad day? Don't drive.
Cold. I don't think we've hit 10 degrees or more all week. Why do we live here? Sure, it's cold back home, but there's 2 feet of snow. That's a reason to be cold. We got Jack in Minnesota, and sub fucking artcic temperatures. That's Poopsemort if you ask me. Worse, in Embarass, MN, it was -42 F BEFORE the wind chill was figered in. Witch's Tit? A Witch's Tit's a fucking day at the beach compared to that shit my friends.
ER. The day before the day before Christmas is busy as shit in my ER. Nope, nothing tragic and only one potentially fatal illness. The rest? Toothaches and diarrhea. Fucking people. Stay home, make some ham for the family tomorrow, pray and get ready for church, or pray and get ready for the Vikings vs. Packers game tomorrow. If you ain't sick, pretend you give a damn about the holidays and enjoy your family. Christ. That's what it's about after all....Christ. Some tell me he was the original Poops McGee. Of course, I'll prolly burn in hell for not capitalizing 'he'.
Gotta go, gotta a diarrhea baby.
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