Songs on my Christmas carol playlist.

lovely

WilberCuntLicker wrote:

Taint wrote:

WilberCuntLicker wrote:

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                                    Baby Taint

I would never ask for assless chaps because chaps are, by definition, assless.

Yay! It's a new game! Every time you get Taint to explain that chaps are inherently assless you get a point.
I'm winning.

Y'know, I was thinking along the same lines. As soon as I saw the caption, I already knew what the next posting would be.

GooberMcNutly wrote:

Bigcat wrote:

GooberMcNutly wrote:

Ill be in PA over New Years. If someone at a bar uses the word "Ecumenical" you will know it's me.

Where at?

Somerset County.

Nice tropical county. Windber or points south?

http://www.hannesundin.se/jul/

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Bigcat wrote:

http://news.yahoo.com/judge-la-woman-flip-finger-holiday-lights-213541305.html

Ahhhh... the collision of civil rights and intentional rudeness:  You get to choose the winner - either way it's a shit sandwhich.

Emmeran wrote:

Bigcat wrote:

http://news.yahoo.com/judge-la-woman-flip-finger-holiday-lights-213541305.html

Ahhhh... the collision of civil rights and intentional rudeness:  You get to choose the winner - either way it's a shit sandwhich.

God bless America.
Land that I love.

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opsec wrote:

George Orr wrote:

Funeraria López te desea...

I'm late seeing this, but it's awesome.

WilberCuntLicker wrote:

cindyjohn wrote:

lovely

I had heard, somewhere, that hermaphrodites were prone to pointless ejaculations. Now we know it to be true.

Were you bullied in your youth, Wilbur?  Perhaps sexually?  Was a thesaurus involved?  I only ask because I care until December 26th.

And I will answer truly, until said date. No - I was never bullied, nor threatened, menaced, poked, harangued, nor buggered by a thesaurus.For a while, the lack of attention angered me. I grew contumelious, and more difficult to understand. Sometimes my arms flailed about in spasms of rage, connecting in their epicycles with various objects of mass, sometimes to their detriment, sometimes smothered in sweet red gravy, but never with malice aforethought, despite the biased reporting from the media. Well, those days are over and done with, my friend - no more flailing about for me. Now, and to the relief of my entire stable of bitches and hos, I mostly use my words.

(I made this a clickety...but I'm far too ineberated to verify the quality of the clickety-content.)

From a friend of mine...

http://www.dosenation.com/listing.php?id=5571

'A Christmas Antidote'

by Clark Heinrich

Twas the night before solstice and all through the house
all the hipsters were tripping, as quiet as a mouse.
Set and setting were chosen with exquisite care
in hopes that the gods would soon manifest there.
The children were wondering what had gone wrong
so they stayed in their room and just sucked on their bong.
And Ma with her glowsticks and me with my caps
were floating in hyperspace, digging the haps.
When what to my open third eye should appear
but a DMT elf with a flourescent beard.
His image appeared to me in a flash--
and I was so startled I threw up my hash!
His colors reflected on the new-fallen snow--
I was so shocked that I needed some blow.
He sat in a sleigh that was pulled by eight mice--
they were so freaky I had to look twice.
By now all my mushrooms were taking their toll,
so I looked around for some ganja to roll.
But the dude in the sleigh took out a pink pipe
and said, DMT, man--I think that you're ripe.
Well, I'd never tried it so I took a huge hit
and quickly looked 'round for someplace to sit.
But it was too late and I fell to the ground
as my head filled with colors, my ears filled with sound.
"Holy shit!" I cried out and this woke up the kids
who rushed in to see us both flipping our lids.
But they laughed when they saw the strange glowing elf,
while I tried to gain some control of myself.
He winked all four eyes and then twisted his head,
and I thought for a moment that he must be dead.
But he only giggled and went straight to his work,
and I dropped the pipe and he called me a jerk.
DMT spilled all over and mixed with my coke--
he glared with his four eyes and said "You're a joke."
Then laying his finger aside of his nose
he snorted it all, and then up he rose.
He flew to his sleigh and said "mush!" to his team,
but they were stoned too and flew into a beam.
And I heard him exclaim as he fell out of sight,
"Well, I should have known--set and setting weren't right!"

Tall Paul wrote:

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Merry Christmas, you vile fucks.

Merry Xmas, Paul.

Here - have a candy cane.

Bigcat wrote:

WilberCuntLicker wrote:

Tall Paul wrote:

http://craftastrophe.net/wp-content/upl … -santa.jpg

Merry Christmas, you vile fucks.

Merry Xmas, Paul.

Here - have a candy cane.

http://24.media.tumblr.com/8a08edd32001 … o1_500.jpg

Do you think:

That is blood?
That is candy cane food dye?

If it is blood , do you think it is period blood or vaginal injury blood?

I need to know so I can prepare for Santa with a clear mind.

Whatever it is it probably tastes good.

whosasailorthen wrote:

Bigcat wrote:

WilberCuntLicker wrote:

Merry Xmas, Paul.

Here - have a candy cane.

http://24.media.tumblr.com/8a08edd32001 … o1_500.jpg

Do you think:

That is blood?
That is candy cane food dye?

If it is blood , do you think it is period blood or vaginal injury blood?

I need to know so I can prepare for Santa with a clear mind.

Liquid excitement.

Oh, mine is white.

choad wrote:

I've got the soundtrack playing right now.

Baywolfe wrote:

Tall Paul wrote:

choad wrote:

I've got the soundtrack playing right now.

How subversive were they?  Exposing us to some of the best jazz around, hidden in our Christmas cartoon?

No doubt.

Yeah - that last one there, that's Gryla.

Christmas is ruined! I HATE MY PARENTS!!!

In the spirit of the season, fuck all of you.

MSG Tripps wrote:

Happy holiday Arkansas.

Thank you, Sarge. Happy holidays to you, as well.