Choppers! Wait, where'd everybody go?

#elonmusk #frankburns #youbethejudge

Hands up, who likes me?!

I am always surprised how outraged Americans can get about a few dead kids one day, but ignore the thousands of dead kids that we've been shipping home for years.

To the General who suggested we enjoy our "vacation." One day without choppers is a relief. Two days is a treat. Three days is suspicious. Four days is like waiting for the hangman. By the fifth day, it's hard to sleep. Haven't made it to six yet.

You say I'm anti-war like it's a bad thing.

Everyone is so outraged that the mucky mucks don't seem to care about dead soldiers and I'm over here thinking . . .

Did we really change presidents? These boys are still bleeding red.

Merry Christmas to you, old friends and new, may you get what you need, and love what you have. And may we all be together again very, very soon.

We have a seat open for poker tonight if anyone is interested in investing in my future.

After much debating, I have conceded. If a food is round, it CAN be called a pie, but I don't have to join in with that ridiculous nonsense. Now for another glass of "water," the name of all clear liquid drinks.

Happy Thanksgiving everyone from the 4077. Let's hope that this time next year, we are all back with our families.

If we don't go crazy once in a while, we'll all go crazy.

I'm exhausted. My dogs are barking so loud radar called the dog catcher.

Choppers.

I didn't do it!

Apparently when someone is reading Lovecraft outloud, it is considered rude to shout "It's Frank! It's Frank!" when he starts to describe a monster.

So I gave my moonpies to Radar and you'd of thought I delivered the baby Jesus himself. Worth it.

Twelve Sunday papers, eleven cross-word puzzles, ten brand new notepads, nine bars of chocolate, eight neighbors’ letters, seven oatmeal cookies, six packs of Beechnut, FIVE CANS OF SPAM. Four scented soaps, three moon pies, two comic books, and a jar of olives for Beej.

And the package contains . . . drumroll please . . . .