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Depends on what kind of action you're after, hero...

Greatest rock Christmas song ever!

 

The arrival of Christmas eve is making me think about... well, things I'd rather not think about
I think I want to blog about it... but, I just really don't have the energy for that blog right now

 

Spending Christmas Eve Niner-style... I am wearing (pyjama) pants with a pocket, I am intoxicated (but 10 year Jura, instead of snotty white boy beers), and I am getting ready to pull up some crazy Asian action flick trailers from the 80s. Close enough for horseshoes and hand grenades. All I'm missing is my trusty assault rifle. I'll have to make do with a fierce and awesome beastie that discovered that he likes roasted turkey and tried to eat my foot when I wouldn't give him more. I'll just hold him like a gun... ehehehehehhehe pewpewpew ehehehehehehehehehe mewmewmew peeechoooo peeeeehchooo!

 

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My boys are so sweet. I've been a Scrooge all month and they wanted to cheer me up. They know me pretty well: Kitschy Bengals memorabilia and tequila.

I'm in a MUCH better mood now. Sweet Christmas presents and a W for the Bengals. Wearing my Bengals Santa Hat, listening to some Christmas Musack and snuggling with a kitty. Life has its moments.

 

Christmas Shot Time in chat. Join me!

 

I would, if the gamer wasn't using up all the bandwidth... lol.

 

O hot damn. I'm joining you!

 

Tell him to lay off, we are more important that he is!

 

I'd be tempted to join, if I had anything to drink here

 

You could just watch us drink

 

One does not come between one's mate and his entertainment during his time off work.
Especially not Battlefield, come on... you should know this, Lordeden, sheesh.

I'm going to go watch Life in a Day and fall asleep so I can get up in the morning, try to find a recipe for turning my turkey carcass into awesome stock, then find The Only Store Open For Those Ingredients You Need To Make The Really Important Thing On The Dinner Menu (aka Winn Dixie) and get a few things, then bake a Bailey's cake while the stock simmers and then it's off to an Irish-Bulgarian Christmas.

Merry Sunday, Happy Christmas, Happy Hanukkah, Merry Nothing, whatever you celebrate or ignore, do so with a moment of happy today.

 

Someone stole my parents' Christmas presents out of their truck at my grandma's. What a lame, douchebaggy thing to do

 

Boooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo.

 

Bloody Hell. :angry:

 

It's fun AND educational!

*****

noodle I do understand, but still, WE ARE IMPORTANT!

 

Well, I am.

 

Listen WOMAN, you need to understand how important I am. RESPECT THE HOBBIT!

 

That really sucks.

Evidently, a package of presents my son had shipped to us we're stolen off our front porch after they were delivered on Tuesday. My son got home today and asked where the package was. We didn't know he had shipped it to us. FedEx shows it was delivered to,our front porch on Tuesday. Damn.

 

Sorry friends. People sucketh