The schedule for this week is generally crapped up what with Christmas pageants, white elephant parties, shopping for the mistress(es), etc. occupying your time.
So it is hard to get everybody together for drinking and debauchery, at least in a group setting. And next week is supposedly somebody's birthday (even though it really happened in June) and the following Thursday is when we start a new orbit around the nearest star, so those aren't good dates. The inescapable conclusion is that we are all out of MOTMs for this year. Let's all go have a nice holiday and reconvene sometime in January.
However, if any of you want to grab an ad hoc drinky-poo, hit me back and we can hook up (whatever that means these days).
Anyway, if you love someone (or just want to get in their pants) give them a hug and tell them how you feel. You may not get another chance. Really. An acquaintance of mine (younger than me) died in his sleep last night. This is not the first that I have known. Anyway, don't wait. Take the advice from a pathetic old man in a bar.
And, to get you in the Christmas spirit, once again I leave you with best redneck Christmas song ever.
Peace on Earth. Out.
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