My daughter and I decided to pick up a tree tonight, Griswold style. We got plenty of comments from people while stopping on the way home. I had to admit, it was kind of a grin inducing sight.
Where do you think you're going? Nobody's leaving. Nobody's walking out on this fun, old-fashioned family Christmas. No, no. We're all in this together. This is a full-blown, four-alarm holiday emergency here. We're gonna press on, and we're gonna have the hap, hap, happiest Christmas since Bing Crosby tap-danced with Danny fucking Kaye. And when Santa squeezes his fat white ass down that chimney tonight, he's gonna find the jolliest bunch of assholes this side of the nuthouse.
Where do you think you're going? Nobody's leaving. Nobody's walking out on this fun, old-fashioned family Christmas. No, no. We're all in this together. This is a full-blown, four-alarm holiday emergency here. We're gonna press on, and we're gonna have the hap, hap, happiest Christmas since Bing Crosby tap-danced with Danny fucking Kaye. And when Santa squeezes his fat white ass down that chimney tonight, he's gonna find the jolliest bunch of assholes this side of the nuthouse.
Worse?! How could things get any worse? Take a look around you, Ellen! We're at the threshold of hell!
That there's an RV... But don't you go falling in love with it now, because we're taking it with us when we leave here next month.
You see Clark, that plate runs right along my part here... Over here, *thump thump*, nothing. But, if this side gets dented, then my hair just ain't gonna lay right.
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