Dad said smoke up and eat some meat, so I did.

Yeah, hey Merry Christmas to all.

You know all this talk about about the Xbox 360 and I am still deeply in love with my mass quantities of Xbox games. My ole lady hooked me up with a sixer of Old Milwaukee and 2 wireless joysticks for the box.

Now if I could chow some I would be set on Christmas.

Milking Christmas

Q: What do ghosts drink?

A: Spirits.

Merry Christmas and Happy Jewing to all of you.

Ben -- it has been a pleasure knowing you for another year. I hope your questing and self-discovery brings you some happiness, partner.

Varkus -- couldn't do it without you. Thanks so much for keeping the faith.

Worm -- it has been a pleasure seeing you grow before our very eyes. I still think the More You Know episode was hilarious.

Bond -- thanks once again for everything you did to help me get ND out the door and for all your commentary on the game itself. I don't know if I've ever told you that, but thanks.

gsdgsd -- it was great seeing you in October! Are you home, now, you bastard? Call next time you are!

CGG -- couldn't run this place without YOU, either.

Roody -- Merry fuckin' Christmas, buddy. You need to update your blog more!!

JQW -- I will see you soon, you bastard.

Bugs -- I hope to see you soon, you bastard.

Straw -- I don't know about the 12 beers of Christmas, but 99 bananas may be in our future.

CO -- really sorry I was being a baby earlier. You saved the life of two cats.

One of the Bruces -- stay in touch, baby.

nessman -- Hey, what happened to your old posts - phpBB bug!!!??!

Sousa -- hey, looks like that threepeat is getting more and more likely!

Hugella -- thanks again for running the Hugonomicon! ^____^

Lex -- you hang in there, bro, you're going to make something of yourself. I can feel it.

k.roo -- we miss your input!

Merk -- congrats again on a fantastic game.

Dishbringer -- nobody likes you, but I wish you would post more.

Milkunits -- are you getting the top sirloin, chicken or a couple o' BIG BOYS at the company party?

Kent -- I am continuing to enjoy your programming language!

Souffle -- you are still an incredible bastard that I should have banned years ago. I hope you lose your testicles in a Christmas tree fire.

Grazzt -- welcome to the nonsense!

PTX, Debaser, Da King, chris and danzaland -- a special Christmas welcome and please, do not forget about us here.

Quarter Cow Motherfucker -- you continue to be delicious. Never change.

Knuckles -- you are absolutely unintroduceable online, but still the best little brother a guy could ever hope to have. See you soon.

Vitriola -- you are wonderful and have changed my life for the better in a way I never thought possible. Also, I really like what you've done with the place! Thank you for the clix, it was kind of you. I love you, Dayna.

I have enjoyed running this place and I hope you guys have had fun logging in here as well. Merry Christmas to all and to all a good night!


Robb

And lo! on Christmas Eve there was much contemplation and pensive regard by the "Crew" who so faithfully manned the steam tug-boat that is Jolt Country...

Passing the night away, each was with their own demons, incurable thoughts of despair and loneliness not quite cured by the pints of Jagermeister and sinful acts with sinful people who were too shallow and blissfully untroubeled by their own existance.

-Robb found himself wondering just what his life had lead to. Being the King of an Internet forum was well and good, with fans numbering in the single digits from three states having enjoyed his work... But something was missing: having a three-some with Mary Christmas and Vitriola made all his cares go away.

-Worm was almost visited by three ghosts who would of tried to make him see the errors of his ways: the horrible excesses and self loathing that wouldn't lead him anywhere in his already pathetic being. Over a pint however, they realized he wasn't worth saving.

-Pinback found that sitting down to a meal with the ones he loved was grand, but found dissapointment in not having drowned those two lovely gray kittens: their flesh would of been a fine addition to this meal.

-Lysander finally sorted out his internalized chaos: living was horrible, but all those other poor bastards had to constantly visualize the world they were in. He was greateful.

And the others? Well... There are too many to name and I don't know why the hell I wrote this in the first place.

Merry Christmas!

And he spelled it "Mary Christmas" up there, which would be a great name for a stripper.

Who the fuck are you, motherfucker?

I wish you all a very merry Christmas!!!