Most of you probably expected a Christmas title for this post. Those of you who expect anything of me. At all. But I didn't put one, because I honestly don't adore Christmas songs. Some of them are alright, but having them played constantly everyday since November isn't my cup of tea.
Title Source: "The Union Forever" by The White Stripes. I heard the Raconteurs rocked at Not So Silent Night, but I'm more old-school.
"Screw you."
"Come on, it's Christmas. Be more festive."
"Fine. Scrooge you."
"Mister Evans, do we get extra credit if we write our essay in blood?"
"Rock. Loud. Hard. Why the fuck does it smell like bad toothpaste?"
"Having some trouble with those t's tonight, aren't you?"
"Yeah. I'm not drunk. I swear. But these t's are killers."
"It's Christmas, bitches!"
"Can I help you?"
"Yeah, I'll have a loaf of bread and Pete Wentz."
"Aww... your lunch SUCKS."
"All I want for Christmas is for people to get hurt."
"You're clamping the cell phone into my crotch-ow."
[my phone rings] "Dahling!"
"I really hope these people are on crack."
"Is there anything I can do?"
"Probably not, unless you have a brain scrubber."
"My psychic ability turns the volume down when I feel violated."
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