Bog Dog wishes you day after the day after Christmas holiday wishes.
Confused?
Me three.

I'm late.
I don't mean I'm pregnant, I mean I forgot to post for Christmas. My apologies. I'm an asshole. Let me make up for that:


So, what's new with you? Did you get anything cool or illegal? Can you eat it? Will it fit in a bread box?


So, on to the good stuff ...
This was Bones searching the heavens for Santa Claws.

This is my Dad getting his throat torn out while Mom smiles fondly.

This is goose poop. It's rockin' on turkey burgers. Like you didn't know goose poop was good on everything anyway. I'm sorry to be so obvious.


My brothers new compadre. He calls him Ming, I call him Lord Vultan or just Hawkman. Whichever name is used he's still pure awesome:


I realize this is more of a photo dump than an update but I'd like you to read between the pictures, and lines, while following the gist, comprende?
Best.festivus.gift.evar.


My XXXmas tree. I <3 it so.


Me:


Bones + cerveza:


Bones not approving of Bog Dog's sweater:


Okay, I'm going to try to go to bed. Precancerous growth removal taking place on my sunglasses holder aka the scnozz tomorrow. Wish me luck, they're burning that bitch off.
I'll be pretty after that, rest assured.

Fuuuuuuuuuuuuck.

Eye<3ewe,
Scotty

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