That’s not an ox.
Not to judge anybody’s Christmas celebration, but…I notice they waited until after unwrapping a few presents before getting to the big, struggling, whimpering one. You know, the one that was tied shut and had no air ventilation. Okay, I know this is supposed to be a cute, faintly Norman Rockwellian moment, but this would only […]
Angels we have…oh nevermind.
What is the sound of a chorus of angels made of beer cans? It’s not “Alleluia, Alleluia,” it’s probably not even “Fa la la la la la,” though it might be “Grandma Got Run Over By a Reindeer” in four-part discord. (Incidentally, I tried to look up the definition of “proparation”, there isn’t one. My […]