meh. whatcha gonna do.

meh.
whatcha gunna do about it.

Dear Santa,
I wud like a kool toy space ranjur for Xmas. Iv ben a good boy all yeer.
YeR FreND,
BiLLy

 

Dear Billy,
Nice spelling. You’re on your way to being a career lawn care specialist.
Why don’t I send you a fucking book so you can learn to read and write? I’m giving your older brother the Space Ranger, least HE can spell!
Santa

 

I’ve got a lot of problems that creap up on me this time of year. Like Sandpeople. They hide their numbers. Some people’s problems march side to side. My problems always walk single file. To hide their numbers.

No but seriously, Christmas is so emotionally intense. For instance: I feel so bad asking for things for Christmas. Like, guitly. Lazy. Anything worth having is usually worth working for.

SliceOGringo: teach a man to fish

he will fish the river dry

teach a man to hunt...

DMsqdMn17: He'll get shot by Dick Cheney

And most of the presents you get are such a waste of time and space. The shopping. The stress. The gifts people don't want. The packaging. Remember, when we are all gone from this world, all that will be left is stryofoam.

BRAINISGOINGTOEXPLODE!

Ok, I need to chill out a lil bit. What cures one ounce of Christmas Shopping? Spiked Eggnog Saturday Nightouts!

This is all just jibberish anyhow. Try not to think too hard about it.

Have yourself a Morlock Little Christmas. -DMM