PSA

Greetings,

The Committee met last night, and again this morning, to discuss today's outlook. Apparently, there were some complaints about yesterday's PSA, and the Committee has decided that they were being...well, perhaps a bit dramatic. Apparently, they overstepped their bounds, and many of you took exception to yesterday's particularly grim status. (Personally, I think you're all a bunch of whiny sissies who expect everything to be handed to you on a silver platter. Get over it people. Life isn't like that.)

But, I digress. (Unusual for me, no?)

So, in response to your response to yesterday's PSA:

Today will be raindrops and candy canes and puppy dogs and jolly rancher's out the wazzoo. (Wazoo? Whazoo? Huh...I have no idea.)

Anywho, enjoy your candyland day, you wankers.

Tommy, the "what crawled up his wazoo? Decider, Estlund