Look at this card a reader wrote me about. It’s a sweet, cute, innocent card, perfect for Cephalopodmas.
On the other hand—O Great Old Ones, this is so horrid I shudder to mention it—another reader sent me an ad. An ad so ghastly, I won’t put it on the front page here…you’ll have to click through to see it. If you’re squeamish or delicate of constitution, do not read the rest of this post. The War on Cephalopodmas is on.
Yikes! See the look of shock and pain in the poor octopus’s eyes, as the drunk Scot loaded down with all the wet wool skewers him? Dewar’s is definitely not the drink we’ll be toasting each other with on Cephalopodmas Eve, that’s for sure.