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Adorable Girlfriend

You skipped the hunting? What about the Coruderoy of holiday bushes? Poor little guy. Will anyone love his sad self?

Adorable Girlfriend

You skipped the hunting? What about the Coruderoy of holiday bushes? Poor little guy. Will anyone love his sad self?


Good story. you think it's bad that your son calls you lame? imagine how it is with my little sister. I'm still hip, dammit.


When I was still at home, we kind of liked the weird trees - kind of stunted, twisted pines, for example. Came home and dressed them up and they looked fabulous (even with that clubfoot, and the harelip...).

I gave up on that some years later, but one year my roomie's girlfriend (who had gone to school in Denmark) insisted we have a tree, which she found and mounted and hung with strings of little paper Danish flags. A hoot. And she didn't even stick around on the Morning.

The rest of us (a mixed lot), had a great time, however, and I was happy Marie had gone to the trouble. Many pitchers of bloodies were consumed, I don't think we ever got fully dressed all day, and it was a delight to have that simple thing in the front parlor.

Kevin Wolf

Marvelous post, BG. Loved it.

BTW: It's safer in public spaces to skip "Happy Holidays" and just make it HH. Even better if you can do so with a hand signal. (Socking someone does not constitute a hand signal.)

blue girl

Grisha, that's a great story. I love memories like that -- I'm trying to make them now -- but -- it's just not working for some reason. Well, I know the reason and it's 5'6", 130 lbs.

Jedmunds -- I have a funny story to tell you about my son and how you linked to that John Lennon paper he wrote...I'll email you.

And your little sister thinks you're lame? I would think she'd loooove her older brother! I would think that she would think that you're the coolest.

HH. Over and out.


She used to...

blue girl



I agree with John Stewert, "I will not rest until every year families gather to spend December 25th together... at Osama's Homo-bortion Pot-and-Commie Jizz-porium."

res publica

I'm so grateful now when a teenaged person is civil, it makes me perk right up. Talk about Stockholm syndrome. HAAAAAAAA! Poor Blue. We don't think you're lame. We think you're a bad-ass, and a hell of a lot cooler than any smarmy teenager. Bless their hearts, how to we resist killing them all? Since I don't have any kids of my own, and since I know full well that I was a royal cornhole during my teen years, I have long advocated "X-TREME FUN" internment camps for all Americans between the ages of 13 and 17. I mean, those camps could be really nice and fun and educational, and lord knows the teens would enjoy being spared the inifinite and apparently physically painful lameness of being around anyone over the age of 20. But the real key benefit is - I don't ever have to be around them! They can come back to civilization around 19, when they're getting less psychotic and more interesting.

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