Happy Friday night, everyone! Keith Burnside here. Not alone, though, as Prunlax is currently breathing King Cobra down my neck, dictating this post like the good old-fashioned micromanager he is. We had to scrap that robowriter for plagiarizing, so now Prunlax is using me as his personal scribe.
Of course, I’m adding stuff he didn’t say, because first of all, I think I’m still buzzing from Monday Drunken Lunch Brawl, and second of all, what’s he going to do about it? Hit me with his weak hand? Ha ha. Oww! Knock it off, man!
Anyways, surprise! We added another pair of Valentine’s Day postcards to our Kill St. Valentine collection. Didn’t see that one coming, did you? Basically, we just took the graphic from the collection image and turned it into an actual postcard. Talk about lazy. Shut up, Prunlax, it’s fucking true.
Well, that’s already way too many words for a Friday. Fridays are the worst. Stop reading this and go to a wine pairing or watch some Friends or do whatever it is regular people do on Friday nights. Shut up, Prunlax. I’ll break your other hand. Oh, yeah? Just you watch me.
* Editor’s note: Kill St. Valentine – the postcard is rated PG-13, so Zazzle’s antiquated ideas about censorship will likely prevent non-Z-landers from viewing it.