Look at his eyes man, he's CRAZY! And look at her: dead, dead, dead.
I just realized that the only lyrics to "Feliz Navidad" are as follows:
Feliz Navidad
Feliz Navidad
Feliz Navidad
(insert something Spanish)
I wanna wish you a Merry Christmas
I wanna wish you a Merry Christmas
I wanna wish you a Merry Christmas
From the bottom of my heart.
That's it. What a ridiculous concept. Good quote from Disco Bloodbath: "I think that the whole point of my story is that nobody ever implicated Dorothy in the double witch homicides of Oz because, well... you know... she's Judy Garland for God's sakes, and Louis B. Mayer forced her into a life of drugs at such a young age..." Good. It's an interesting novel to be reading around Christmas time, don't you think? I cannot wait until Monday because that is the appointed selfish shopping day in Boston. Sweet as sweet... diabetic. My father was making a list for Christmas groceries and on it he wrote out "pooper plates" instead of "paper plates." This is quite reminiscent of the "how about some poopcorn and some Dr. Pooper while you order a Poop-Per-View movie" days. Jesus. This kid Raf at my work is adorable but I have not yet ascertained hetero / homo status. Anyway, he made working in retail on Christmas Eve more entertaining. All right I feel like this entry is really retarded but the freakin' rents keep telling me to come to dinner, so thats all I gots ta say. Merry Christmas peep-a-ronies and cheese, or chiz.
Feliz Navidad
Feliz Navidad
Feliz Navidad
(insert something Spanish)
I wanna wish you a Merry Christmas
I wanna wish you a Merry Christmas
I wanna wish you a Merry Christmas
From the bottom of my heart.
That's it. What a ridiculous concept. Good quote from Disco Bloodbath: "I think that the whole point of my story is that nobody ever implicated Dorothy in the double witch homicides of Oz because, well... you know... she's Judy Garland for God's sakes, and Louis B. Mayer forced her into a life of drugs at such a young age..." Good. It's an interesting novel to be reading around Christmas time, don't you think? I cannot wait until Monday because that is the appointed selfish shopping day in Boston. Sweet as sweet... diabetic. My father was making a list for Christmas groceries and on it he wrote out "pooper plates" instead of "paper plates." This is quite reminiscent of the "how about some poopcorn and some Dr. Pooper while you order a Poop-Per-View movie" days. Jesus. This kid Raf at my work is adorable but I have not yet ascertained hetero / homo status. Anyway, he made working in retail on Christmas Eve more entertaining. All right I feel like this entry is really retarded but the freakin' rents keep telling me to come to dinner, so thats all I gots ta say. Merry Christmas peep-a-ronies and cheese, or chiz.