A Christmas Message |
Written by Jack Ketchum | ||||
Wednesday, December 12 2001 | ||||
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Indeed The Deadites are the Rad and without exception the Funky. They are the last line of defense in a growing infestation of undead. This holiday season as you sip your egg nog and light your Manora The Deadites will be slaughtering yet another zombie who has come to your town to kill you.
Jolly ol' Saint Nick himself will be slashed with a sword if he is found to be the undead. It seems he has been around far too long for him to be mortal..
Long christmas story short, killing costs money and we need yours. So we are swallowing our pride and playing a show with Huxley at the above club on December 21st.
Come one come all and help The Deadites raise funds to conquer evil and shake your ass in the process.
Thank You
I'm Jack Ketchum!
Sincerely,
Jack Ketchum esq. |
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I'm friggin' pissed!
Someone ate my last half gallon of vanilla bean ice cream that I had in the sub-zero walk-in freezer. It was clearly labeled "TINY WIGHT's VANILLA BEAN ICE CREAM, ASSHOLE. NO TOUCHY."
I just got back from the grocery store with all these sundae fixin's and now I'm standing here with MUD on my face. Whoever took that ice cream, I swear to you "I will punch your fucking lights out".
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