x-mas story 1 Why I hate x-mass? What an idiotic question. Because I hate loving it like everyone else. I like to think that I'm special and don't need anyone to tell me what time of the year to be happy and thankful. I'm sick to my stomach of all those stupid Christmas specials. It's like watching the same fat man dressed in different color lingerie. They try to gift-wrap him really nice but it's still lard under all that red cloth.I'd say that the memories of my past Christmases come back to haunt me. Like one of those stupid films where the old grumpy man receives a visit from the spirit of Christmas past. Only that I don't really see the spirit you k
A tale of coal and cake It was X-mass eve and all throughout the house not a creature was stirring, only my mouse. So I got up from my bed and fed the sucker for the umpteenth time tonight. He's a 12 pound hamster and more likely to scare away a cat rather than vice-versa. That's what I like about Squeakers, the fact that if he doesn't want to more you might as well get a forklift. Might come in handy, that trick, if I ever decide to become a summo wrestler. Just as I was coming back to bed I hear the unmistakable sound of Santa's bells and then the equally unmistakable sound of reindeer getting zapped by my newly erected rooftop electrical fence."Tisc, tisc" I
Selfportrait with no regrets Moderation? Interesting. Let me consider... Snore...
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