It has begun.
The season where "'Tis" is common place and socially-acceptable.
The time of year when waitresses receive the highest tips and the Bah-Humbugs of the world decide to eat at home to avoid the long faces of disappointed servers.
'Tis the season for slush, hail, and sleet.
'Tis the season of the car-wash sales boom.
'Tis the season most anticipated by the electric companies and Christmas tree growers.
'Tis the season of bad cookies and fruit-cakes.
Here I make an exception- the confectionery concoctions from my kitchen are quite divine and well worth the indulgence.
My mother and I bake cookies, banana bread, and apple pie and give it to the Bank, Post Office, UPS, Fire Departments, Ambulance Departments, Mechanics, and all other services we exploit throughout the year in thanks.
'Tis the season to kiss ass.











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I should think that if people were to get the wrong impression of me, the one to which you so eloquently refer, it wouldn't be the wrong impression in the slightest.
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I like the escalator because the escalator can never break- it can only become stairs.
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I should think that if people were to get the wrong impression of me, the one to which you so eloquently refer, it wouldn't be the wrong impression in the slightest.
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"I love you. I want you. Right now..." Edward Cullen-Eclipse
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we were spittin' venom at most everyone we know
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I like the escalator because the escalator can never break- it can only become stairs.
Thank you so much for adding Indy and Mutt to your faves. I really appreciate it!
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"Nobody's perfect. I'm a nobody. Therefore I'm perfect."
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