Don't Drink the Water
Every year The Big Guy asks us to take a little camping trip with him to the Holy Lands. We usually set up our tents at the base of Mount Megiddo and go on maneuvers for a few weeks. It's usually the same stuff every year - we practice smiting the masses, covering heretics in leprous boils, casting apostates into the putrid demons' dung of the eternally damned. It's a good time, but a lot of work, and is usually capped off by a few days of hardy intoxication on the Lord's Tab at an exotic locale of our choosing. This year we should be done with our duties right around the time Spring Break gets into full swing so we're heading off to the scenic Yucatan Peninsula to bone up on our knowledge of ancient Mayan civilization and to scream "Show us your tits!" at nubile American coeds. It may sound like a radical transition, but we have it on A Reliable Source that on Judgment Day the Whore of Babylon will descend to Earth looking an awfully lot like a wet t-shirt contest at a Cancun tiki bar.
We'll be back in town just in time for the first round of March Madness - during which time we drop out of existence to spend the entire 96 hours in front of our televisions, so don't expect to hear from us in the next couple of weeks. In the meantime, enjoy our hiatus - we know we will!