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Every Party Needs a Pooper--But Who Invited This Guy?


I got this wet blanket thrown over my “reader love” posting: “Well, do as
you like, but long ago I made a simple rule never to ingest anything sent to
me by a stranger. It was the death threats in the mail that made me
think–once, not twice–about it. But
still, any comestible or potable I get from total strangers goes straight
into the dumpster. Even from people who claim acquaintance with an
acquaintance. We have enemies, we conservatives do, and the more psychotic
they are the more cleverly they can pin their way through seals and
safeguards. But, as I say, do as you like. Happy Holidays!”

Yeah, Merry Christmas to you too, Mr. Squidward.


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