
Happy Summer Solstice
Posted by Bruce, a work in progress at 9:30 AM 6 comments
Labels: holidays, summer solstice
January 5, 1973
This is to acknowledge your latest gift of twelve fiddlers fiddling which you have seen fit to inflict on our client Miss Agnes McHolstein. The destruction, of course, was total. All correspondence should come to our attention. If you should attempt to reach Miss McHolstein at Happy Dale Sanitarium, the attendants have been instructed to shoot you on sight. With this letter please find attached a warrant for your arrest.
Cordially, Law Offices of Badger, Bender, & Chole
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And so it ends. Crap, now I have to think of something to blog about. Well, between today and Monday maybe I'll have an epiphany. AH HAHA! Get it? Epiphany? Between today and Monday? Tomorrow's the Epiph...ah hell, never mind.
Posted by Bruce, a work in progress at 9:00 AM 10 comments
Labels: holidays, twelve days of Christmas
January 4, 1973
Listen Fuckhead: What is wrong with you??? ELEVEN lords? They're leaping all over the milking maids and the slut ladies. Some of those broads will never walk again. Those pipers ran through the maids and have been committing sodomy with the cows. All twenty-three of the birds are dead. They've been trampled and/or squashed to death in the orgy. The smell of decaying poulty hangs in the air and all my furniture is covered in feathers. I hope you're satisfied you rotten vicious swine.
Your sworn enemy, Agnes
Posted by Bruce, a work in progress at 9:00 AM 8 comments
Labels: holidays, twelve days of Christmas
January 3, 1973
You rotten prick: Now I've got 10 ladies dancing in my living room. I don't know why I call those sluts ladies. They've been balling those pipers all night long. Now the cows can't sleep and they've all got diarrhea. My living room is a river of shit. The Commissioner of Buildings has subpeonaed me to give cause why the building shouldn't be condemned. I'm calling the police on you!
Agnes
Posted by Bruce, a work in progress at 9:00 AM 15 comments
Labels: holidays, twelve days of Christmas
January 2, 1973
Hey Shithead: What are you, some kind of sadist? Now there's nine pipers playing. And Christ do they play. They haven't stopped chasing those maids since they got here yesterday morning. The cows are getting upset and they're stepping all over those screeching birds. What the hell am I supposed to do? The neighbors have started a petition to evict me.
You'll get yours. Agnes
Posted by Bruce, a work in progress at 9:00 AM 7 comments
Labels: holidays, twelve days of Christmas
Happy New Year Everyone!
I hope that everyone had a safe and fun New Year's Eve. I am looking forward to what I hope will be a wonderful year for all of us.
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January 1, 1973
OK Buster: I think I prefer the birds. What the hell am I going to do with 8 milking maids? It's not enough with all those birds and 8 friggin milking maids, but they had to bring their damn cows. There is manure all over the lawn and I can't move in my own house. Just lay off me smartass.
Agnes
Posted by Bruce, a work in progress at 12:00 PM 8 comments
Labels: holidays, twelve days of Christmas
Posted by Bruce, a work in progress at 5:00 AM 16 comments
Labels: holidays, twelve days of Christmas
Sorry I'm late folks. We had my mother here for Christmas and yesterday we took her to my brother's for the holiday handoff. We visited and didn't get home until late last night.
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December 30, 1972
Dear John: When I opened the door today there were actually six geese laying on my front steps. So you're back to the birds again, huh? These geese are huge. Where will I ever keep them? The neighbors are complaining and I can't sleep through the racket. Please stop.
Cordially, Agnes
Posted by Bruce, a work in progress at 12:00 PM 5 comments
Labels: holidays, twelve days of Christmas
I interrupt the latest instalment of our 12 Days saga to report on the latest violence in the Middle East.
Rival priests brawl inside Bethlehem church (what better way to celebrate the birth of the Prince of Peace - at his birthplace?)
Groups of Greek Orthodox and Armenian priests attacked each other with brooms and stones inside the Church of the Nativity in Bethlehem. The church houses the site believed by most Christians to be the birthplace of Jesus. The incident occurred during an annual cleaning ceremony which precedes the Armenian and Orthodox Christmas in January.
The altercation seems to have been the result of a long-standing feud between the two rival gangs who, along with the Roman Catholic gang, run the turf contained inside the Basilica under a truce between the three groups. The unholy, er, uneasy alliance allows the three hostile factions dominion over their own church turf however encroachment into a rival gang's church territory is not taken lightly and retribution is often swift and violent.
Palestinian police separated the groups and restored order. Associated Press photographers were ordered out of the church but not before capturing the events leading to the incident on the following video.
Posted by Bruce, a work in progress at 5:00 AM 8 comments
Labels: holidays, twelve days of Christmas
December 28, 1972
Dear John: Today the postman delivered four calling birds. Now really, they are beautiful, but don't you think enough is enough? You are being too romantic.
Affectionately, Agnes
Posted by Bruce, a work in progress at 8:30 AM 13 comments
Labels: holidays, twelve days of Christmas
December 27, 1972
Dear John: Oh! Aren't you the extravagant one! Now I must protest. I don't deserve such generosity. Three French hens! They are just darling, but I must insist, you've been too kind.
All my love, Agnes
Posted by Bruce, a work in progress at 9:00 AM 5 comments
Labels: holidays, twelve days of Christmas
Posted by Bruce, a work in progress at 12:00 PM 8 comments
Labels: holidays, twelve days of Christmas
I've been absent lately. Sorry about that but with the holidays and all it's been kinda busy. I'll be in and out sporadically over the next few days.
In the meantime I'll leave you with this festive holiday story:
Rampaging Santas strike New Zealand cinema
Ho Ho Ho.
Posted by Bruce, a work in progress at 11:00 AM 2 comments
Labels: holidays