Winter: An Evil Minion’s Tool

Huzzah and greetings, lowly, crispy-fried minions!

A pathetic human once wrote, “Now is the winter of our discontent.” Not usually being one to praise a human soul for anything, I have to admit that this contrite passage conveys perfectly Mighty TOBY’s sentiments on this abysmal section of your flawed calendar!

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The “RUNNING SCARED” lunchbox.

Relive the hijinx of Chicago P.O.’s Ray Hughes and Danny Costanzo with every trip to the cafeteria. Next time a bully picks on you, start singing Michael MacDonald’s “Sweet Freedom” at the top of your lungs and then read him his rights…but with that patented RUNNING SCARED cheekiness, “You have the right to remain DEAD. Anything you do will be used against you. You have the right to a coroner. If you cannot afford one, we will appoint a medical examiner for you.”

Shine sweet freedom, indeed!

Pick a topic, any topic. I guarantee there are at least 400 chat rooms and a few million people whose existences are dedicated solely to discussing that issue’s minutiae. Few subjects however elicit the kind of shear emotional attachment that the Halo trilogy brings out in its fans.

I myself once lost 6 weeks of my life to the original Halo.

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