In this holiday season, you may find yourself becoming a bit fubsy what with all the invitations to go out and imbibe cheering spirits with friends or consume more than your fair share of stuffed goose with a tart plum sauce and all the trimmings.  This is what Winter is all about, right? Fattening ourselves up to survive the frigid, lean times and the growing darkness until Spring sets us back on our diets again.

Take Mr. Creosote, for example:

Of course, saying Mr. Creosote is fubsy is like saying the Chicago Fire of 1871 was just a little incendiary accident; it’s understatement bordering on tragic misuse.  However, my brain is too dull from turkey and pie to really think of a better comparison. So there. Fubsy.

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