It's true.
My mom forgot about it.
My mom put up her own tree already.
My mom won the Aggie Stackhaus tree.
My mom met me at my place and asked me to take her to pick it up in my truck.
My mom then asked me to keep it at my place until I can get to her house in
DeSoto.
My mom then proceeded to plug the tree in.
My mom then told me it was mine for the year.
Now, it's in my living room.
Stackhaus named the tree "Victorian Dream."
Stackhaus decorated it with pink bulbs, a pink Santa and lots of pink metal
ice cream cones.
My mom thinks I'm a pretty princess.
Stackhaus thinks "Victorian" means ice cream cones.
The tree lasted half of one night.
Imagine how bad it would have been if my cats had supported the dog park?
Here's the foot soldier sons-of-bitches in this War on
Christmas.
Next year: the cats are going to take a crack at Frances
Semler's Nativity scene.
The lesson: bungee cords!
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HEY! That is not a theatre critic! That is Dr. Crap!! Surely, the record is for a Studies in Crap installment.
Also, I would surely not treat the cats as corrupt Democrat politicians and go Blagojevich (release them on their own recognizance) or Jefferson (claim that the executive branch cannot entrap the congressional branch) on them. No way!
You are handling it right and exposing it in the media�go full Richard Nixon on those muthafuckers!! Hell, maybe you can make some shit up about Christmas trees of mass destruction and go full George Bush on �em!
I expect the full smear campaign to ratchet up! Justin has nothing to do now that Phill is done�put him on it.
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