Poof!  There it goes.  A second year in the life of Cordarounds, and more than 8000 fathoms of horizontal corduroy now span the globe. Yes, on this Cyber Monday we have plenty to be thankful for, but the greatest blessing is our children.

Our eldest, Lazenby, slew the despicable Baron Chou, and now has his sights set on Santa!  More on that next week.

Meanwhile, did you know that our riverboat gambler, Beauregard Delacroix bested the steam-driven poker robot, then went on to defeat Texas Hold 'em Super Computer, Deep Bluff?

And what about Wellington Stack, the adventurer of the family?  After testing our trousers' ability to withstand the gut-expanding rigors of Thanksgiving dinner, he woke to gobble down a stack of pancakes shaped like a pair of upright Cordarounds!  A caloric feat that didn't go unnoticed by Quint Villepin, who casually donned his reversible smoking jacket and set off on a quest to smoke and drink Andorra dry by Christmas.

Our youngest, Bosco Breedlove, joined the famed Hanover Commando Unit, yet the rookie toddler has been unsuccessful in his campaign to promote diaperless wearing of Babyrounds.

Buck Kentucky is still wanted by Interpol. The Iranian government just gave Tyler the go-ahead to run from the Persian Gulf to the Caspian Sea, and our lovable fashion prognosticating pet, Frisco Frank, recently raised Cain in San Francisco harbor, mauling all in sight who weren't wearing Cordarounds.   That bloodthirsty scamp!

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CORDAROUNDS HOLIDAY BROUHAHA

Mark your calendars. On December 6th, we're treating local customers to a holiday brouhaha at The Blackhorse.  It's SF's smallest pub, therefore a great place for brouhahas and a far nobler shopping environ than the mall.  If 5 people show up, it's a party.  If 35 people show up, it's a pub record.

HOLIDAY SHOPPERS: We'll have all of our inventory on hand and the first beer is on us.  If you buy something, then the next beer is on us as well.  Keep buying and we keep pouring--even if you're sick.

We'll have a record-sized cheese round on hand.  And if you don't help us eat it, we'll roll it down Fillmore St. and kill a pedestrian.

Cordarounds will be slinging pants and ale from 5-midnight.  Stop by any time. 1514 Union St near Van Ness.