Tuesday, Dec 12th  6:07pm

With another year almost behind us, it's time again to reconvene for another hilarious episode of Clamper Christmachanukwanzadad!
This year, we're doing it right, and going to a gun range (again). To eat. Well.  And as is the tradition for many at this festive time of year, we will be partaking of a buffet of Chinese food! (pregaming dinner is optional).

If all goes well, we'll be helping the needy bartenders put their kids through ivy league school. Note that this is a family-welcome event, so by all means, bring the Widder, Mistress, Girlfriend/Boyfriend, Rent-A-Date, Blow-Up Doll, or even children (ick!). Word is there will even be a jolly fat man in red making an appearance.

Now for the bad news:  It's all the way down near Boulder City.  Given the current prices of gas, you folks in the northwest might want to start rolling your pennies now.  Perhaps work out a carpool with your fellow clamper families on the Facebook or Signal group!

Also NEW for this year:  We will be having a DJ and Karaoke.  So come with a set list, costume, etc, and be prepared to slay.  We have it on good authority that our illustrious Grand Imperturbable Hangman 'Piece-of-Ass Murphy', Our Noble Grand Humbug 'Darth Chocolate' Wilson, and resident ladykiller Mr. Voyard will all be putting on epic performances.

Also, in an effort to convince the world that we are in-fact decent human beans, please bring a non-perishable grocery item.  XNGH Nnad will be collecting our donations and delivering them to a suitable local charity.

Tuesday, December 12th, 6:00pm
Pro Gun Club
12801 Old U.S. 95
Boulder City, NV 89005

Here's a link to a map, in case you don't know where it is:

You MUST RSVP at the PayPal Link on our website.  You can also pay by fiat currency or check at the November meeting (or mail it in, you old bastard) NO LATER THAN 12/4. Cost is $50/head (soft drinks and tax included). Helluva deal.



(If'n you're here to click the 'Pay Now' button, you're too late, slowpoke.  Cutoff was 12/4.  Try again next year!)


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