Am I in the Christmas mood? We all ask ourselves that when we are not fucked up as the baby motherfucking Jesus as Christmas approaches all tinselly as Nine-One-One every year. Sometimes we are Christmas as fuck, sometimes not.
This year I am Christmas fuck.
Don't bring me down, motherfuckers.
Some of you don't, but I got it all.
Sex, drugs, Santa and rock 'n' roll.
Fuck the pope.
Fuck the government.
Fuck Jesus and his mom.
Fuck you too Gordon Campbell.
It is early but that is my Christmas Message To the World.
9 comments:
you forgot Chisty clark
Gordon Campbell is secret code for Christy.
I do hope that you're putting together a television special for the season, preferably making great use of claymation.
Although I have no personal experience with such things, somehow I suspect that those who imbibe in the absinthe can likely very easily rearrange the letters of she who would be both saviour and Snooki's name to spell out the moniker of he who is no John Muir, (middling or otherwise).
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Or some such crazy mixed-up Christymas thing (without either the first or the last 'e')
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I could do a Christmas Special using the latest in Beer-Mation technology but would not even watch if Anne Murray wasn't on it.
I would bet our most recent embarrassment of a Premier would be a ball to spend time with once her brain chemistry is visited by Absente.
Imagine Christy on acid?
One needn't imagine Christy on acid. Just check out some old footage of Sarah Palin.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jB_5VbhIBzY&feature=related
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