Tuesday, December 21, 2010

The Light, The Shovel, And The Deep, Deep Glass.

I keeked out of the curtains, and there stood Jack Frost. He beckoned me over, and I kneeled down before him. He whispered gently in my ear, "Chill."
So I am, illuminated by the electricity saved from Zed's non-ironing, and stirring my soul with shovels of Malt.
Yes Sir! I am Chill Sansonified.


Blogger SkylersDad said...

You, good sir, are what we like to call "smooooooth".

2:59 PM  
Blogger Sans Pantaloons said...

ChrisSD, like velvet dipped in cream. Yes, Sir.

9:12 PM  
Blogger Zed said...

Is "keeked" a word? Or did you make that up? lol

I'm so glad to have helped you save electricity. It's the right thing to do.

I wish you a very happy and healthy Happy New Year and the best of everything to come your way. Down with ironing.

8:29 PM  
Blogger Sans Pantaloons said...

Zed, keeked is certainly a word. Thank you for the electricity, and the New Year wishes. I wish you a healthy, prosperous, and extremely happy 2011. Down with ironing!

9:02 PM  

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