Happy Sacred Baby Festival to all you Wonkers! Hope you've had as much festivity as you can handle, and perhaps more. * And now, for some Happy Holiderp: a roundup of seasonal stories that were too stoopid to ignore altogether, but not quite worth a whole post of their own. We recommend that you treat it like dollar-store eggnog: add enough liquor, and you just won't mind the taste anymore.
This was pretty traditional in Milwaukee when I was a sprog. Mostly Jews rather than Muslims in those days, but a lot of shift-changing. At the time, I remember thinking "How Christian of them".
I'm 66. By the time I was twenty, Bob Hope had stopped being funny, and gone into recycling. It's possible that he was once funny, but the only times I ever watched a Road to Anywhere movie was on very-late-night stone-o-vision, so I cannot have an opinion.
I have to say, though, that I saw him in a USO show in Fairbanks, and while his shtick was tired, and not in any way witty, his comedic timing was fucking impeccable. He got me to laugh -- honestly laugh -- at the stupidest fucking "jokes". It was a real lesson in technique versus substance.
Hah. Our community chorus did "'Zat you, Santa Claus?" last year.
You keep this up, you're gonna have find out if "Smoovevecchiojohn" works as a handle.
Just as an aside, and I'm sure you already know this, "Tannenbaum" does not mean "Christmas Tree".
Much, much too late.
Thank you for lettin' me be pony elf again.
Danes are not notoriously Xianist, on average.
I think you can only depict the FSM in a seasonally appropriate gravy. But maybe that's just me.
Hmm, as I remember it, that would be trying to rip Joseph's arm off while screaming for an epidural, but six to one.
The Grinch.
You know how long I've been on 125?
Actually, neither do I. It's been a while, but who the fuck cares?
It's when the aristocrats feel good by giving unwanted leftovers to the poorz.
This was pretty traditional in Milwaukee when I was a sprog. Mostly Jews rather than Muslims in those days, but a lot of shift-changing. At the time, I remember thinking "How Christian of them".
I'm 66. By the time I was twenty, Bob Hope had stopped being funny, and gone into recycling. It's possible that he was once funny, but the only times I ever watched a Road to Anywhere movie was on very-late-night stone-o-vision, so I cannot have an opinion.
I have to say, though, that I saw him in a USO show in Fairbanks, and while his shtick was tired, and not in any way witty, his comedic timing was fucking impeccable. He got me to laugh -- honestly laugh -- at the stupidest fucking "jokes". It was a real lesson in technique versus substance.
it has something to do with that HBO show, Being Mike Tyson
It's the Third Day of Festivus, the day for feats of strength. So go out tomorrow and box with everyone you see.
Luxury.