Me: Little John, how would you rate that comic?
Little John: OKAY!
We considered having the peasant try to sell off the armoire of sorrows and boot of reckoning for malt liquor, but I’m not sure the Old English had Old English available to them.
Last time was a bit early, so I ought to wish you a proper Merry Christmas. As the only Jew in this operation, don’t expect Will to be doing the same. He’s too busy receiving presents and reveling in the merrymaking. That bastard. And if you’re feeling a bit light in the pockets but still in the mood for giving, kill all sorts of birds with one stone by recommending us to your friends.
Having Lil Jon appear like this kills me inside. I actually feel embarrassed. However, Jesse insisted. I would have kept my mouth shut about it, but then Jesse had to compound my embarrassment with his blog-post’s opening lines. Now, like the cowardly ostrich, I’m going to bury my head in the sand out of shame and guilt. Merry Christmas.