MUMMMER's DAY...finally

Way to not further the stereotype guys.

(Pizza Guy having a moment of introspection.)

Who am I? Merely a greasy man covered in sauce and cheese like my father before me and his father before him? Just another piece of kneeded dough smothered in marinara and pepperoni slices doomed to emerge only once a year on this, the Mummerest of days? Ney! Why, one would just have to gaze upon mine arm to see that not only am I a Pizza Guy, but I am a decorated Pizza MAN! Hurrah! Awarded with the ribbon for best crust and most flavorful sauce, I walk with my head held high, thanking God for the gifts given me. Because Lord knows, I could have been born a Domino's Pasta Bread Bowl. Ew.

All is right with the world!

The legend of Tiny Town

Once a year, at the stroke of midnight on Christmas Eve, the tiny people of Tiny Town come to life for fifteen whole minutes. They come to life on that night and frantically search for a way to break the spell that trapped them in Tiny Town hundreds of years ago. They come to life for those few futile moments. Unfortunately for them, so do the evil Lego people.

Lookee who made it up Philly way...

Is he moving...?

So little boy, you think you're really smart, don't you?

But I ask you, what are you going to do

next year?

Best bet? Hope for a lazy eye by 2016.

Happy New Year

The first nine years of the 21st century lent itself to novelty sunglass wearing.

Those days are officially over.

Little Mummer Man

And I'm pretty sure he's a bobblehead...

Two thousand and ten