Season's Fiendings!
Well, this is it. We've come to the final week of 2025. As such, that puts us right at Christmas Day. If you celebrate: MERRY CHRISTMAS! If you don't, then I'm sorry that most things are closed today. At least you got a day off... unless you didn't; if that's the case, I already apologized.
If you're actually reading this on Christmas, odds are it's because you follow the feed. I don't have a large readerbase, but I see you guys. Thank you for sticking around. I hope I made you laugh, made you think and made you feel whatever's the complete opposite of the emotions felt while doom-scrolling. I hope the end of your year is pleasant, that your stomach is full, and that the murderous rage you feel towards Uncle Randy is at least manageable.
And don't you fret: 2026 will have even more barely thought-out unhinged nonsense from yours truly, so stay tuned for even more bullshit!
See you in the new year... unless the sun explodes. And if that's the case, then piece, bitches!
Happy Whatever-The-Fuck,
- Paul (hV)