Where a whacked-out cat and letters to Santa find their spots in the sun.
If “microwave popcorn bag” is some kind of newfangled dirty talk, we want no part of it.
Because nothing sells an overpriced neon emblem of waterbeer devotion quite like a bad-taste origin story.
We’ve just gotten word from 2006 that it would kindly like its joke back. Passing that on.
Catnip is one hell of a drug.
Santa Claus WOULD be an oddball in Reno.
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