how perfectly swell: matthew prins (or matt prins, or thew, or...oh, you don't care) alone with his stupidity
A How Perfectly Swell Christmas.
So obviously I've pretty much ignored the points thing since the beginning of the year, and I never did give out prizes for the points winners from last year, so instead, all the HPS loyal fans will be receiving a special Christmas gift either in the mail or in person. (All shall be receiving the same gift, mostly.) Depending on how cool or lame you are, you will think this gift either cool or lame, but I am spending good money on these presents (if not much of it), so please either like them or don't like them and lie about it.
i sincerely do not know what you are doing here. are you lost? were you
looking for your delicate calico cat, and did you follow her up two flights of stairs
to this room? she is not here. she was here, yes. we gave her a warm bowl of milk, we talked with her about campaign finance reform for a time, and then she bid us good day. i believe she was
going to the post office two blocks down, but i don't quite recall.
for surely you did
not find your way from prinsiana, the least traveled site on
the internet. if you did, though, perhaps you are looking for humor. perhaps you are looking for profundity. perhaps you are looking for answers.
i'm sorry, but you shall go naught-for-three.