Mine was originally due to be delivered today but ended up getting delivered end of last week. I was shocked, so who knows maybe it will. Then again maybe the Lions will win the super Bowl this yearMy package was put in the post a moment ago. USPS represents the package should be delivered 12.8.22.
I think i believe those online ads saying there are several well endowed coeds living within 3 miles of my residence and waiting to meet me more than this supposed ETA date. However, I've been wrong before (and what a Christmas that would be).
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BTDTCritiquing the process is akin to volunteering to coordinate next years program...............
Tracking says my package was delivered 12-1, I suppose some folks don't get to the post office regularly or are slacking on posting receipt of.Looks like the package I sent out was delivered last Friday, Dec. 3rd.
I always tried to make matches in years past based on either personal taste compatibility, friendship here on the forum, geography or whimsy. I looked at it as if I was doing the seating chart for a very large dinner party. But I was sorely tempted to just do pairs (you send to the person who is sending to you), based solely on the magnitude of making all those damned matches without accidentally duplicating any matches. Last year, it took an entire day+ to make the matches and send out the notifications. So I completely understand why Mike did the matches as he did this year, especially with the incredible turnout that he made happen, and the fact that this is his first crack at being the PM Santa.Is that how the matching goes?
You get the same pair to send and receive?
Hear hear!I salute Mike for doing such a fantastic job out of the gate. I give not the Tinker's Damn how he made the matches!
Are you proposing to slaughter our tenants?To those criticizing Mike, “
Yes, well, that's the sort of blinkered,
Philistine pig ignorance I've come to expect from you Non-creative garbage. You sit there on your loathsome, Spotty behinds squeezing blackheads, not caring a Tinker's cuss for the struggling SS coordinator. You excrement! You whining, hypocritical toadies, with your colour tv Sets and your Tony Jacklin golf clubs and your bleeding Masonic secret handshakes! You wouldn't let me join, Would you, you blackballing bastards! Well, I wouldn't Become a freemason now if you went down on your lousy,
Stinking knees and beg me!”
There. I said it!!!. God bless Mike, God bless the Secret Santa and God bless Monty Python!!!
I miss them so much!!!! I designed slaughterhouse’s for a living!!!Are you proposing to slaughter our tenants?
its all in the screen nameI can neither confirm or deny that you found me out! Merry Christmas Hope you enjoy it.