FaceTime With Santa
By Recruiting Chip
Don’t kid yourselves fellas, Santa is very tech savvy. He knows all about Facebook, Snap Shot and all those, “honestly honey, I don’t know how I got on these sites. Remember he knows when you are sleeping, so these excuses won’t work. The big man sent me a text, I’m on his speed dial, and he said he is very unhappy with the amount of members on the “Good List”. I quickly gave Chubs an emergency FaceTime call, ready to defend our honor.
He said, “Chip, I expected Don Delbon on the list, he has been a regular since ’38, but why so many of the others? What has happened to you guys? I know the bar is under new management and you all want to set a good example, but it’s been eight months without any fights, arguments or debauchery. I used to open the PCGC file, belly laugh at your antics, recall when I too played reindeer games, smile at John Jurgen’s ability to forget the names of his many dates, then put you all on the naughty list. It was good accounting, you guys balanced my ledger. I long for the days of Moose, Dave Goddard and the sheer volume of the sons of civil servants.”
“Have you guys gone PC on me? Chip, I remember the old days when Cabo would take those “professional” women to the Christmas party, and Big Al’s betting on everything that moved, but this new cleaner image just doesn’t suit you guys. Now, the bar has fruit infused vodka and craft beer served in trendy mason jars. For the good of the game, Chip bring in some rascals, ne’er-do-wells, and some blow hards. Even Bill Feeley, the one time master prankster and pot stirrer has toned down his act. I NEVER thought I’d say this, Chip, but thank god for SteveO.”
MERRY CHIPMAS