
After the results of the pestilential erection came in I decided to leave our Halloween lights up through Christmas.
It was just my way of saying “Jesus Christ!”
I may leave them up until the results of the next pestilential erection come in. Assuming we have another one, that is.
My little boneheads are considerably brighter than the MAGA dimbulbs, but those low-wattage loudmouths may actually be more illuminating in at least one respect. They provide a daily reminder that we must walk some distance in darkness.
Rather than curse that darkness, I light my candles. They have their joke, and I have mine.
Happy holidays from Herself, Miss Mia Sopaipilla, and Your Humble Narrator.

