Sunday, December 17, 2006
I have always loved the story of how NORAD got into the Santa-tracking business. Hooray for COL Harry "Iron Sphincter" Shoup and the nameless copywriter who accidentally transposed some crucial digits in an advertisement's telephone number. The silliness continues unabated, and your humble Snarkatron is always in favor of more silliness. Remember, every time you giggle a terrorist gets constipated.