Not so silent night
Family. Food. Farts.
Fuck.
It's just like every other (gassy) holiday.
Fuck.
It's just like every other (gassy) holiday.
Authored by S at 12:00 am
Monday, December 25, 2006
Previously
- All I want for Christmas is...
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- Pummel that horse
- Boonga?
- Canada Post can make you go postal
- A loaf of garlic breath
- Sauce
- A talking cake
- DIY makes me high
- 25 plus
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9 Comments:
My nephew received a "fart machine" as a silly Christmas present. (He's 12; they appreciate those kinds of gifts at that age. And no, I did not give it to him). I should have sent you one.
Merry Christmas S.
What? No frilly, frumpy, or fucked up? How diappointing.
drunk.
Festive.
Glenn: Admit it, you gave him that fart machine.
Lewis: Ok, I changed it (I had to - it was taunting me).
Timmy: I was the designated driver, so, not this time.
Six: Festive. Yeah. Ok. I can work with that one.
you made spit up my screwdriver... too fucking funny!!! Hope you had a great holiday!! kelly and jeff
lol I was just telling Lewis how my Father favors his farts be at the dinner table with visitors...Glad I boycotted the whole Christmas deal this year...xox
I thought that was rudolf and satan [sp?] buzzing around my house. Nope just a gassy queen trying to take in the sights before bedtime.
kb
Oh god this is like the funniest Christmas blog I have read this season. Pure haiku.
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