And now, friends, a little brain sorbet, to sweeten your minds after having saddened them a few days ago. I know when I read something depressing, especially inadvertently, I resent the writer, and if the depressing piece is on a blog or website, I am hesitant to return for fear that I will see it again.
So with that, I offer you two li'l tidbits of the type you ordinarily associate with me. Because as much as I love making you cry, I love making you chortle mortle. Here you go:
- If you know that Santa does not exist, you are not allowed to wear his hat.
- Just because you can grow facial hair doesn't mean you should. Ladies, this goes for you, too.
Carry on.
fresh-baked at 09:29 PMBut I do believe in Santa! He's there in the mall year after year! And, like clockwork, he always comes on Christmas Eve...
...deep inside me while I wear the sheep costume from the nativity scene: Putting his hat on my Furry head, shouting what a good little "ho, ho, ho" I am. He likes the way I bleat off.
And Santa doesn't like facial hair, or any hair for that matter. He likes me shorn and smooth just like I used to be 30 years ago when I was still a boy and he was still my music teacher.
Offered by: Thomas on December 11, 2007 1:27 PMI would have to agree.
I prefer my ladies sans beard. But if their beards are nicely trimmed, I don't care if they wear Santa's hat. If they aren't trimmed, they can still wear Santa's hat, I'll just turn off the lights.
Offered by: Ds on December 11, 2007 9:40 AMAnd this was supposed to be less depressing? Telling me that everything I love in life is WRONG, WRONG, WRONG?!?
I suppose I still love the idea of a mentally unstable person shakily threatening my neck with very sharp objects, so I guess I won't resent you too much, Jodes. I just wish the mentally unstable person wasn't that other bitch residing in my head.
Offered by: jamied on December 10, 2007 10:15 PM
