Stathakula

howdy!

remember that episode of south park with charlie manson learning the meaning of christmas at the cartman house in nebraska? happy happy happy happy happy happy happy happy holiday? happy happy holy holy happy happy happy happy holiday?

well, it’s a hell of an episode, and a hell of a song, and from the molten black kyrptonite core of my heart, i’d like to wish you and yours a happy happy happy happy happy happy happy happy holiday.

are you tired of reading that phrase yet? happy happy happy happy happy happy happy happy holiday?

well i sure as shit am.

[notice i’m not using any capitilisation today? it’s cause i’m cool]

anyway, i guess i’d better start talking about something with substance soon instead of blathering on and on and on like i usually do at the end of a post. really shouldn’t start with the babbling, whoops, my bad. could i have spelled whoops whupps, like hank hill would say it? hnnnnnn, talking about a lot of cartoons, and babbling again.

alright, for realzies <hnn) I’m back up in birmingham for the happy happy holidays with my family and friends, working in the family restaurant by day and scaring the hell out of people by night. tis a good life.

day before christmas eve people, the doomsday of shopping. have you taken care of all your shopping? hmmmmm? because i took care of all of my shopping yesterday at the maaaaaaaaall. yeah thats right, yesterday, not even today, because going to the mall the day before christmas eve is like going to a walmart the day before elementary/middle/high school start. godawful. i almost got a macy’s card too, but i would not be fooled,oh no, just almost fooled. that lady was really convincing, and it would make everything so much fucking cheaper so fast! so fucking much fucking cheaper, like magic, like evil evil magic!

hmmmm, evil magic, i should look more into macy’s, maybe there’s more behind the scenes than those corporate fatcat bigwigs are letting on. maybe they’re fucked up illuminatisists, or scientologists, or neopagans, or one of those cults thats obsessed with aliens. maybe all of them, maybe a few, maybe something else entirely. who knows how deep this thing goes.

wow that all sounds pretty paranoid now doesn’t it. and i said sceintologists didn’t i. whupps. uhoh said it twice now. so much for my happy happy happy happy happy happy happy happy holiday.

so, main event evenings tommorrow, aye? shit have we missed festivus? can i do it after christmas? i have a feeling i can find a metal pole pretty quickly if need be. oh shit it is festivus oh shit fucking today its fucking festivus! happy festivus! find a metal pole!

anyway, drawing to a close, here’s how it goes: got some good gifts for you people i got gifts for. didn’t get shit for you people i’m not getting gifts for. either way, enjoy, and have a happy happy happy happy happy happy happy happy holiday! happy happy holy holy happy happy happy holiday! happy happy happy happy happy happy happy happy holiday! happy happy holy holy happy happy happy holiday!

yours truly,

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