Friday, December 11, 2015


And the tree is UP, O Tinsel of the Tannenbaum of Theta! The Large-Jawed Woman and the Elderly Boyfriend spent time shredding the tin foil on the inside of cigarette packages to decorate the tree.

Thursday, December 10, 2015


Greetings, O High Note of the Castrati of Lumbar III!

The Large-Jawed Woman continues her decorating . . . it appears that this is going to be a long month . . . Minion Bruce says that I am being too critical because for some reason he looooooooooooves the hair.

Your Faithful Minion,

Illuminati

Wednesday, December 9, 2015

Ho Ho Ho, O Gilded Implement of Snow Removal!

As I reported yesterday, the Large-Jawed Woman and the Boyfriend have been in a decorating mood. Of course, after consuming sufficient nectar to create the romantic candlelight mood, they passed out on the floor in front of the tree. But this morning they were up and at it, and covered the Boyfriend's truck. They just drove into town to "boost some more shit", whatever that Terrana colloquialism means, but I managed to snag this image for your records.


Your Faithful Minion,

Illuminati

Tuesday, December 8, 2015

Just a quick update, O Licorice Stick of the Candy Shelves of Theta! The Large-Jawed Woman has decided to "gussy up the place" for the impending Terran holiday that commemorates the natal day of their divinity. This morning she and the Boy Friend sped off in his vehicle.


This evening they returned with the bed of his truck piled high with boxes covered with sheets. After awhile I heard them inside, and I snuck over and looked under the sheets. The boxes are filled with brightly colored lights and decorations! I also found THIS!



They have set up what I believe is another Minion that they have killed and stuffed, O Grand Shovel! He sits frozen in eternal horror on a shelf, forced to witness THIS!


The Elderly Boyfriend was staggering around the room, having apparently joined the Large-Jawed Woman and her Boy Friend in drinking an inordinate amount of the delicious nectar they customarily consume upon occasions when there isn't enough Sudafed to make "the good stuff".


The room was lit with the romantic glow of candlelight from the centerpiece they had constructed (I should mention that the local Terran company has once again cut the supply of electricity to the domicile).


Minion Bruce has gone off into town for supplies, as I am out of styrofoam pellets and he is out of his favorite scent, Axe.

Your humble Minion,

Illuminati