Things have taken a grim turn at the McEnroe storm redoubt. The pizzerias aren't delivering and the men are reduced to desperate forays out back in the darkness and gale-force winds to scavenge non-alcoholic beers from the over-drifted porch cache as the blizzard claws at the siding.
The food situation is becoming awkward. Certain parties have been caught staring at the plumper nieces and nephews and fingering the matched set of Ginsu carving knives on the kitchen counter.
I will try to keep this journal going for as long as my last real beer holds out.
I'm saying a prayer, John, I'm saying a prayer for the whole world...
Night Cap: The Psychological Submission of the USA
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The United States of America is currently experiencing a total
psychological takeover from a foreign country. That country is Russia.
Nowhere is this mor...
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Memo, try to keep all grandchildren, nephews and nieces away from Richard until said snow has disapeared.
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