Wednesday, December 26, 2007



Heathcliff was tripping on Nog when the shit went sour, and he started having visions of sugarplums dancing through his head. If I were Heathcliff, and I saw dancing sugarplums, I'd probably enlist the services of a sad fucking shrink, too.



That's what a fucking sugarplum looks like. All I know is that when I'm waking up at five in the fucking morning for some doorbusters at Best Buy, I don't want any fucking California Raisin abomination smiling and dancing at me. Shitty fucking shrink (is he a post-holiday meme with Peter or something?) had better hook my boy up with some anti-depressants, or he's gonna get the claw.

2 comments:

Matt said...

I feel bad telling you this on Boxing Day, but you need to stop taking the easy way out with these hallucination excuses. Do you want to turn into Gallagher?

Paul A. Rodgers said...

Don't make me destroy you.