FOX-mas doesn't take place until December 12, giving people plenty of time to get involved or become appalled, depending on their reaction to a furry con billed as "strictly 18+, having some adult panels, an uncensored dealer's den, and will be PDA-tolerant." For the past three years, this anthropomorphic bacchanalia took place at the co-organizer's house, but apparently the demand for Yuletide yiffery was so great that it now requires half a hotel.
This is the type of event for which "I heard this will be a slutfest-orgy, is that true?" ranks among the FAQs. The organizers reply "absolutely not," but if you're a "mundane," it will probably come a lot closer to that description than you've ever wanted to witness. So, here's the advance notice to all "mundies": Stay the fuck away from the Holiday Inn at the Rochester, NY Marketplace on December 12, or the whole month, just to be safe. And let the in-laws stay at your place instead of putting them up at FOX-mas HQ, unless you want the holiday dinner dominated by overheard hotel staff anecdotes (or horrified first-person accounts) about what that Dog-faced Santa was doing to his reindeer.
it's hard to shake the feeling that I've always got five stars in this Grand Theft Auto known as life.
Now, inexplicably, season three is looming over us like some sort of dome. Season one's plot asked whether or not the town could get out from under the dome. Apparently the answer was "no". Season two asked "I guess we're really stuck, huh?" and the answer was "yup".
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