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Yes, you read that correctly.

It started as a spur of the moment act of weirdness around (I’m guessing here) 15 years ago. Since then, it’s become an anticipated annual event known as… wait for it… Kissmas.

We’ve kissed every Christmas since then with the exception of only one year. In 2008, just after moving to Los Angeles, I didn’t go back home for Christmas. In my absence, my Uncle John kissed my Uncle Kevin.

Unfortunately, this Christmas, we also weren’t able to make it back, so Kevin and I improvised with a FaceTime smooch.

Uncle Kevin and Shady's Kissmas 2013!

The tradition lived on. That is, until my Uncle John sent me this photo of Kevin kissing my Uncle Bob after he already e-kissed me!

Uncle Kevin = CHEATING FLOOZIE!

So, obviously, my Uncle Kevin is a cheating floozie who has no problem going around and kissing whatever family member he wants. I’m really gonna have to rethink this relationship before next Christmas.

Just kidding, I can’t wait to kiss him again!

Mwah,

-Shady

…last Friday for a few hours. Admittedly, most of the time, I looked like this:

But I did get to hang out (albeit briefly) with my Uncle John and Aunt Teri.

That made it worth the trip.

Another con down,

-Shady

…seriously.

One of the things he’s managed to save is this drawing of Snake Plissken from “Escape from New York.”

I drew that picture for him more than twenty-five years ago. I didn’t even know it existed until he emailed it to me yesterday.

I know I’m biased, but I’m pretty sure you can see the beginnings of a genius in the making here. The proof? I put nipples on Snake; nipples are a clear sign of brilliance. That, and I signed my name “Justin the Creep” which proves I enjoyed pseudonyms even at a young age.

Thanks for the walk down memory lane, John!

The Creep,

-Shady

Learn more about it here.

Of course, it’s on my uncle’s suggestion, but beggars can’t be choosers.

Recondo is from Wisconsin,

-Shady

Old Poop!