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Friday, December 09, 2011


"What I mean, sir, is if you was to put me with this here sniper rifle anywhere up to and including one mile from Santa... with a clean line of sight... well, pack your bags, boys. War's over."

"I love the smell of charcoal in the morning."



There was a letter in The Columbus Dispatch that gave a plausible excuse for XMas vs. Christmas. Something to do with semantics, historicism and so on. I don't know the right of it and don't have the time or inclination to research it now. 2011 has pretty much sucked to this point and I am sure Christmas will survive, with or without me. Everything changes. And always will.

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