The elegant mrs tbogg and I are off for New Year’s dinner at our favorite restaurant where they serve a boeuf Bourguignon that can knock your socks off.

On behalf of the whole tbogg clan we wish you a safe New Year’s Eve, smoke’em if you got ‘em, don’t get any on you, hugs not drugs, and if Dennis Prager offers to buy you a drink called Up On The Roofie With My Pants Around My Ankles…, you might want to politely pass. Then kick him in the nuts.

Additionally, as is my duty and custom, just a reminder that this is your last chance for a menage a trois this year.

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I tell you, he that can lay hold of them
Shall have the chinks.

– B. Shakespeare … approximately