When I worked as a server while in college, we used to make up dirty lyrics to the Christmas songs that played at the restaurant. I still remember our version of “Jingle Bell Rock”…with a C…
just do what I do: decorate the lower branches with soft ornaments that can be easily removed by curious cats and toddlers, then replaced to the tree when they’re finished playing with them!
Some people remember Hitler with the contempt and disdain he deserved. But other people worship him, and either deny the Holocaust happened, or secretly wish to repeat it. The best that we can hope for is that 47 dies soon of natural causes, and his cult can keep buying his expensive and poorly-made merchandise that will be churned out by his estate until they’re all bankrupt.
Hilarious, John! I also really liked your editorial today: you captured his horrific attempt at smiling perfectly!