Buck wrote:The board said my post contained too few characters. Actually, it had zero characters, because I accidentally hit the "send" button before writing the post. Technology, it's a bad blowjob from an inexperienced whore.
Anyway, Merry Christmas you filthy animals! [/homealone]
I'm actually going to be eating tacos as Christmas lunch with two older ladies from my work. They're awesome. My family is all too far away to travel, but that's ok. I'm determined to have fun anyway.
Have a good holiday!
I can't think of a better time to have mother fuckin' sweet tacos for a meal. By the time the actual day of Christmas is here, I'm so damn fed up with mashed potatoes, ham, and turkey, I could vomit bologna and shit hotdogs and turn a profit. Gimme them sweet ass tacos!
As a Christian that's fully aware that Christ was most likely born around the 25th of March (excellent time, seeing as that's my birthday as well), I understand the significance of the corporate World in having a separation of life and death holidays for the most peaceful and moral one known as Christ (whether he be real or not, his morals were impeccable even in today's standards but especially back in the times of "the Bible").
Accepting this knowledge, I still contend that there's some magical feeling in the air for those of you close with family and friends. People come to together to make things happen that usually don't, people spread cheer when sometimes they'd rather just kick a bloke in the danglies, and there's for some reason, at least to me and my loved ones, a tangible difference in the air that almost feels magical. This feeling exists even after dramatic fights, meltdowns, and drunken neighborly brawls between brother and brother, sister and sister, blood and in-law. In the end, it always seems to work out and everyone goes home wanting to do it again next year (which that, in and of itself, is a miracle).
I've had lots of eggnog. It's gonna be a puker but feels good right now. With all of that babble, let me just tip my hat once again and say Merry Christmas to you all, you magnificent bastards (and bastets).