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I tried to steal a wreath last night...but then my wife saw me and said, "Quit acting stupid and put our wreath back on our door, NOW!"
I tried to steal a wreath last night...but then my wife saw me and said, "Quit acting stupid and put our wreath back on our door, NOW!"
Do you hate Christmas? The gift exchanging? The blinding, electricity hogging lights? The dirty, drunken mall Santas? The Eggnog w/zero alcohol in it? The kids who get way better presents than you ever dreamed of getting as a kid? The girls who wear too much clothing because its not summertime anymore?
Then THIS is the thread for you to share your "meh"ness, "blah"ness and "eh"ness for the holiday season.
PARTAKE and verbally poo on Christmas here!
Amen brother, the bull**** music that's pumped in every store before the turkey's even cold is enough to drive a man to murder.
The fact that we're expected to give a rat's ass about people we don't a rat's ass about.
I intend to spend Christmas with a twelve pack of Guinness and my 360 elite.
I celebrate Christmas, but I'm here to chime in against Christmas music. It's being played in every store, finding its way onto some of my radio stations, and dear god, it's even coming out of ugly red sweaters! The next time someone tells me Santa Claus is coming to town, it had better be a warning against an invasion coming from across the Charles River. Yes, that would be a Paul Revere reference in the middle of a Christmas rant.
There was one poster last year that hated Christmas. It might have been Kritish?
In celebration of this lovely thread.....
Down in the workshop all the elves were makin' toys
For the good Gentile girls and the good Gentile boys
When the boss busted in, nearly scared 'em half to death
Had a rifle in his hands and cheap whiskey on his breath
From his beard to his boots he was covered with ammo
Like a big fat drunk disgruntled Yuletide Rambo
And he smiled as he said with a twinkle in his eye,
"Merry Christmas to all - now you're all gonna die!"
The night Santa went crazy
The night St. Nick went insane
Realized he'd been gettin' a raw deal
Something finally must have snapped in his brain
Well, the workshop is gone now, he decided to bomb it
Everywhere you'll find pieces of Cupid and Comet
And he tied up his helpers and he held the elves hostage
And he ground up poor Rudolph into reindeer sausage
He got Dancer and Prancer with an old German Luger
And he slashed up Dasher just like Freddy Krueger
And he picked up a flamethrower and he barbequed Blitzen
And he took a big bite and said, "It tastes just like chicken!"
The night Santa went crazy
The night Kris Kringle went nuts
Now you can't hardly walk around the North Pole
Without steppin' in reindeer guts
There's the National Guard and the F.B.I.
There's a van from the Eyewitness News
And helicopters circlin' 'round in the sky
And the bullets are flyin', the body count's risin'
And everyone's dyin' to know, oh Santa, why?
My my my my my my
You used to be such a jolly guy
Yes Virginia, Now Santa is dead Some guy
From the swat team blew a hole through his head
Yes little friend now, thats his brains on the floor,
I guess they wont have the fat guy kicking around anymore
But now there's no more presents for children's enjoyment
And the Elves have to wait in the line and file for unemployment
And they say Mrs. Clause, she's on the phone every night
With her lawyer negotiating the movie rights
They're talkin' bout - the night Santa went crazy
The night St. Nicholas flipped
Broke his back for some milk and cookies
Sounds to me like he was sick of gettin' gypped
Wo, the night Santa went crazy
The night St. Nick went insane
Realized he's gettin' a raw deal
Something finally must have snapped in his brain
Wo, something finally must have snapped in his brain
Tell ya, something finally must have snapped... in his brain
I dread this time of year, probably due to the fact that I've grown up with my parents always practically hating Christmas since I've been old enough to know Santa Claus is dead (see above lyrics ).