Golly Moses the Holidays make me Randy

Its Christmas time in the city.

I wouldn't know that if it weren't for the song.  Because I am hiding out in the Alps, in a quaint chateau...I am accompanied by two lovely ladies who desire nothing more than to ravage me.

Sadly, my therapist says it is not good to have wantanous excursions for the time being, as my work and family life have suffered.  My grandparents won't talk to me since I sued them for defamation of character at my sexual harrassment hearings, and my parents won't talk to me because they forget for the most part I even exist, but this is all besides the point.

Soon it will be Christmas....day.......

And for Christmas this year I am going to treat myself to a little service.  I am not talking about self-service, either.

I am talking about serving my fellow man.  And I am not talking about servicing underage men.  I am talking about the proverbial man, my fellow humanus dumbassus.

I am talking about working at a food shelter.

Also, thanks for wishing me a happy birtday.  Of course you all forgot because I deleted my facebook account.  Thanks a lot for nothing, as usual.  (It would appear that Felson forgets as well.)

While I am out helping these two lovely ladies understand the more sensitive, less sensual side of Felson, my lone employee Adam Honnold has taken the liberty of convering Somali militants for me this year.

He might be half retard, he is a good man.  And thourough.  Or Thoreau, as I like to say.

So I go back to spanking these girls to try to keep them off of me, I wish you a happy Kwanzaa, and a merry Last YEAR.

XOX- Felson.