A Goulash Christmas

Deckie Holmes' man-servant, Dennis Proctor, was kind enough to post my Best of 2003 CD list on his master's weblog. Then he made the crucial error of showing a picture of me with prize winning perch, Lil Jawz. For that, Dennis, you shall be beaten soundly with a sack of spoiled figs. Since it is Christmas, I will let him eat the figs after the thrashing.

Woah, it's the December 21! What will all of you be getting me? Hmm, I don't know, could it be..... HOMEMADE JAM?!!? I know, I always tell everyone to get me the same thing, but when you eat as many biscuits as I do, a stockpile of jam isn't a luxury, it's a necessity. Hey, this is my first Goulash Christmas. I don't know what to expect there, in that I've heard Goulash gets a little rowdy during the holiday season. It knows its way around the eggnog is all I'm saying. Nevertheless, from all the commercials I've been seeing lately, I expect Goulash to get me a luxury car or a diamond-studded jump suit. It better start showing some porn ads if it wants to raise that kind of dough! Zzzzzing!

If anyone wants to know why Christmas is fun with CWMP around, let me give you a taste of what I've cooked up for this year: National Lampoon's Christmas Vacation Trivia Game. 50 questions, sorted by hardness, yours truly as the gamemaster, and an optional Physical Challenge, a la Double Dare. I would post it here, but then I know my rogue of a sister would dedicate the next year to memorizing all the questions, after my mom's crushing victory last night. Fat chance of that happening, Grinchola Powell. Also, I don't know if I said this or not, but I put some tinsel on my rubber tree. My mom sent me a 60 ft string of it. My first reason, and probably yours too, was, "Will that be enough?" Wow, it got a little tight at the end, but somehow, I managed to give the 2 ft tall plant the splendor it deserves.