034 - The Miser Brothers

[halfblooded_git]

I'm Mister White Christmas

I'm Mister Snow

I'm Mister Icicle

I'm Mister Ten Below

Friends call me Snow Miser,

Whatever I touch

Turns to snow in my clutch

I'm too much!

Hah hah! Get over here, Heat Miser, you hot potato, so I can show you how we really celebrate the New Year's! Snowstorms, icicles, snowmen, a winter wonderland! That's my

Comments

[written_rancor]

...At least your nose stayed the same?

[halfblooded_git]

What's the matter with my nose?

[written_rancor]

Nothing, nothing. OhGoditlookslikeapenis. Whatthefuckisit? Anose? Apenis? Anenis?

[halfblooded_git]

Well...good!

So how are you at making snow angels? How about a snow fight, or carving ice sculptures? There are just so many countless things to do in this wonderful weather!

[written_rancor]

I hate don't think I'm really good at any of that stuff, truth be told. I'm more used to...Iunno. Less frigid weather?

[halfblooded_git]

Oh, I see. Then you'll want to talk to my brother, Heat Miser. But good luck with that, the hot cakes is madder than a hatter.

[written_rancor]

But I don't like summer either. I'm more of a fall kind of guy.

[halfblooded_git]

Mother would like you. We call your sort the "In Betweeners". Can't make up their mind about heat or snow or otherwise. Cold comforts for my brother and I.

[written_rancor]

You...really like puns, don't you?

[halfblooded_git]

It chills my bones and warms my brother's heart. So yes.

[written_rancor]

You might want to think about updating them. The sixties are over.

[halfblooded_git]

If you've got any more, Hot Shot, I'd be pleased to hear them.

[written_rancor]

Well, don't be afraid of a little cussing. Not like any children are watching or anything.

[halfblooded_git]

I really don't want to set a bad example.

[written_rancor]

...For who?

[halfblooded_git]

Everyone! I'm not so short and hot of temper that I would go around with a white-hot acid tongue.