At last! The Great Prophet of Disdain has his own Christmas Special. That's right, folks, Denis Leary finally gets to let loose on all of you cheer mongers. I say it's a long time coming. I can only hope the real Grinch will make an appearance.
Cry merry and let slip the contempt!
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Tuesday, November 22, 2005
Monday, November 21, 2005
No, I'm not "...all ready for the )(*&^)(*&@)#$(*^!@()*^%)(*&#$ holidays..." !!!!
STOP ASKING THIS QUESTION! What is WRONG with you people?! This is one of the most grating post 10/31 icebreakers in the history of... well... anyfreakingthing!
1. Do you really care, if I'm ready for the holidays?
2. Do you really want to hear me express my disdain for all the commercial, superflous fluff scattered around and so ridiculously admired?
3. Do you really want me to just roll my eyes and tune you out while you drone on and on and on about how wonderful this will be or how fabulous that will be?
Get over it, people. I don't like the holidays and I don't want to talk about it. I certainly don't want to defend my position on the matter to someone I'll never see or speak to again in my lifetime. So don't get up on your mighty horse and call me a freakin' scrooge. It wasn't your business to begin with, nor is it any more your business when I tell you I could give a discarded candy wrapper about it.
The next doughhead who poses this inquiry to me, will likely be trying to wash down their Rudolph the Inedbriated Reindeer's jingle bell socks with their Christmas tree water. Because I'm going to stuff the goddamned things down their throat!
Not everyone likes the holidays, dammit! We keep that to ourselves! Why don't you keep your dicontent with my personal feelings to yourself as well. If you don't ask me, I don't have to tell you.
1. Do you really care, if I'm ready for the holidays?
2. Do you really want to hear me express my disdain for all the commercial, superflous fluff scattered around and so ridiculously admired?
3. Do you really want me to just roll my eyes and tune you out while you drone on and on and on about how wonderful this will be or how fabulous that will be?
Get over it, people. I don't like the holidays and I don't want to talk about it. I certainly don't want to defend my position on the matter to someone I'll never see or speak to again in my lifetime. So don't get up on your mighty horse and call me a freakin' scrooge. It wasn't your business to begin with, nor is it any more your business when I tell you I could give a discarded candy wrapper about it.
The next doughhead who poses this inquiry to me, will likely be trying to wash down their Rudolph the Inedbriated Reindeer's jingle bell socks with their Christmas tree water. Because I'm going to stuff the goddamned things down their throat!
Not everyone likes the holidays, dammit! We keep that to ourselves! Why don't you keep your dicontent with my personal feelings to yourself as well. If you don't ask me, I don't have to tell you.
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