| Ok. So here I am at my parents' house. It's 12:14 am on Xmas Eve and I am about to go to bed, as there are no more pictures of ugly rock stars that i can find to print out. Just wanted to say Merry Xmas to all and to all a good night...and to inform you of the Top 5 Greatest Moments of Xmas Eve 2001 At The Greenbergs : 1. Traditional dinner at McDonald's. Big Daddy (Rotund Man) gets in fight with employee regarding the missing medium fries. 2. Mike asks Rotund Man if he's ever smoked weed before. Spitting of food ensues. 3. Mike asks Bethe (in church) if the statue of Joseph looks like he's stoned. Something is afoot here. 4. Dog (Scooter) gets into the presents under the tree while family is changing out of their church clothes. Dog discovers and eats entire lemon-poppy seed cake made by one of Rotund Man's employees. Dog proceeds to look miserable and ill for rest of evening while family thinks of ways to convey to the baker that her cake was enjoyed by the whole family. 5. Mom tells Mary Greenh that she has bad breath and argument ensues. Events are not helped by Bethe and Mike jumping on the couch yelling, "MARY STINKS! MOM SAID SO!" repeatedly. Welcome to another fine holiday. Well, I must go to bed now so that Santa can come. I was a VERY GOOD GIRL this year, and I sure as shit better find that Gretsch Malcolm Young Signature Series guitar under the tree when the Franzia wears off tomorrow morning. Although I don't believe this will occur. Santa looks a lot like my father, and he has vetoed the purchase of said guitar for months. Despite the fact that I said if he REALLY loved me he'd get me one. I could be the walrus. This doesn't change the fact that I don't have a guitar. None-the-less, I hope that everyone is enjoying their families as much as I am this Christmas. Have a wonderful day tomorrow and I'll see some of you for Xmas FilmFest 2001. Peace. |
| ...what a difference a decade can make... |
| Today, my lovelies, we are going to talk about absolutely nothing once again. Today, in case you didn't know, is Tuesday, November 26, 1991. On Thursday we get off for everybody's favorite holiday, Thanksgiving. We also have Friday off. Now, even though we have days off from this hellhole we call school, we, the affected kids, have to put up with relatives coming to dinner at our respective domiciles. For instance, at the famous Greenberg home, there will be: The Greenbergs (duh)... then there will be football (Come on, you stupid bastard, where did you learn to play football? You play like a girl! My mother could play better than you can!) Then there will be dinner: 18-lb turkey, stuffing, squash, sweet potatoes with marshmallows, bean and onion casserole (gotta get those green things in there or the kids will be deformed), cranberry sauce, applesauce, gravy, jello mold with pieces of junk in it (mold), mashed potatoes (no bumps in them or Uncle Don will shit a purple twinkie)... So you see, my dearies, that Thanksgiving isn't all fun! |
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