Brocember blog day 25: Twas early morning Christmas and all through the land not a creature was peeping not even a quack because they all knew Jay and Silent Bob had come to strike back. They struck on the homeless they struck on the Jews. They struck on the church bathrooms and even the pews. They struck on old Krampus who was a little laconic to be beaten so bad by Bluntman and Chronic. They struck on the dishes the struck on the walls they struck on the fishes and that old Cockknokkers Balls. They struck on St. Nick who should have been dead, asleep in his lovely carbonite bed.They struck on the Ewoks who squealed with glee. The struck on The Hut named Java and then me. I said now whoa wait. You shouldn’t strike me. I brought you into this story so isn’t it weird that you would strike me and my christmas beard. So they struck down the chimney the struck down the door they struck down Kim Il Sung’s mother, that whore. They struck down a lunch lady for making them eat kung pao and then Obama and Harper Netanyahu Putin and Mao. They struck all the kids houses in one single flight then from the afar you could hear Snoochie Bootches to all and to all a good night.