During the holidays, almost fifteen years ago, I came across a woman and two children in the aisles of a big box store. With them was a police officer and the woman began to loudly sob. A clerk told me that the woman had her bag stolen with all of her Christmas money inside. Even typing that makes me want to tear up. To have that happen and to have your children see that. I know it isn't about gifts during the holidays, but it's a crummy thing to happen.
I think about burglars during the holidays. No remorse for an addict or someone who enjoys the con. May a paint can find your face upon entering a heist door.
Someone told me a story about a dog who had to go to the vet. The vet had to tell the customer that this dog was a missing dog and belonged to someone else. The customer's police officer boyfriend gave her the dog. If cops aren't returning lost puppies, we are all doomed. I'm sure their was a perfectly good explanation about why the dog wasn't returned immediately to it's owner.
That being said please don't take my snacky elf bobble treat on the tree. It's for my Mo Mo. Nor my WWE store purchases. Which reminds me of the incident where Daniel Bryan apprehended a burglar. Rear naked choke holds for the undesirables.
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Merry Christmas, one and all.
I made it to the post-season. I beat my week 15 opponent. I'm up against the first ranked team for week 16. Not bad, not bad. Though I may be knocked out next Sunday, which is Christmas. But, hey it's been quite a ride. Thank you Carson Palmer. Thank you Dak Prescott, who I picked up off of the waivers. Ha, Ha, Ho-Ho-Ho.
All my quarterbacks this season: Carson Palmer, Alex Smith, Jimmy Garoppolo, Jacoby Brissett, and Dax Prescott. Thank you, men.
