But I sort of forgot that I will have to blog Christmas spirit.
I can think of nothing else that would have made my bus ride more amazing than these two dbags in their ratty costumes.
And passing out.
At 730 pm.
Are a riot.
This is called Berry Christmas.
I just made that up right now.
I like to drink alcohol!
I like Stephanie's tree.
Men do not care about mistletoe.
This is a fact of life.
They also don't care if you don't shave your legs, as long as you touch their balls a lot and make them feel important, they are absolutely down with whatever.
PS If I was a guy and Corinne was standing under the Mtoe I would definitely give her the tongue.
I'm just that kind of man.
Other kinds of man:
Hi Hater man.
Jim Jones man.
Raf, you are the light that brightens me darkest hours.
You ridiculous piece of shit.
When I look at this I see this:
If Lucy would have just been laying next to Himes on the couch it all would have been perfect.
And if Sam was a tiny toddler.
And if Himes was green.
And a dick.
Chiara made us all pipe cleaner name ornaments.
Stephanie wore hers.
And spoke in airquotes.
B sang karaoke carols.
And she will definitely not enjoy this picture of her.
Feleesh tried to bring back pipe cleaner mustache Christmas but failed.
I hate Christmas.
But my gift from Santy Claus that I want is a really long life with my friends who are more fun than yours.
Also I want a new frying pan.
Also I want to still have this body when I'm 40.
And a vainglorious holiday season to you.