Several readers have demanded the right to subject their peers to Leather Oaks' seasonal greeting cards, which involve hirsute septuagenarian Harold modeling festive outfits. Given that it's the holidays and all, I've granted their wish. Sure, many of you already have visions of Fetish Santa scorched into your brain, but if just one reader who hasn't already been traumatized by this site decides to visit, they'll discover the true meaning of Awful Link Christmas.
Sometimes I dream that I'm sitting in the back of the defunct Weinermobile as it careens driverless down the highway. At first I thought this was symbolic of the powerlessness I feel in life, but then I realized it's actually the Weinermobile's dream of being able to drive again.
Three years ago, when we were burying my uncle, Cleaver and some gross lady dog (Solstice???) showed up at the cemetery and starting going at it really loudly. It ruined everything and we had to have a "re-do" the next day and it cost a fortune. I've hated him ever since for that.
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