WE ONLY HAVE VOMIT ON OUR BACKS BECAUSE WE TURNED OUR SHIRTS AROUND!
Wednesday - Hump Day - and...THE DAY AFTER CHRISTMAS! If you're keeping score at home: Good News - We're still alive!; Bad News - Barely! We celebrated the birth of the Jesus Baby (single mother, father long gone, no child support and three wise guys on camels loitering around the crib) as we do every year - BY GETTING ABSOLUTELY FALLING DOWN DRUNK! Okay, we know that we do that on most days, but there's something special about doing it on Christmas - it's a very religious experience!
We started out the day by decorating our tree and opening the bags and boxes of stuff we got at the Salvation Army shelter on Christmas Eve. It's amazing what people donate for those of us less fortunate on Christmas. Thanks - we can really use the six cans of pureed tomato paste that went out of date two years ago, and the lead painted, made in China GI Joe action figure (with the Kung Fu Grip!) will definitley come in handy for some kids around the trailer park to chew on!. Anyway, after all the excitement of opening our presents died down, we headed off to the Indian Casino for the annual Christmas buffet. Actually, we went there for the $1 beers - look, you have your food pyramid and we have ours!
After drinking our dinner we remember heading down Palm Canyon Drive (OH YEAH BABY! PALM CANYON DRIVE!) to the famous Palm Canyon Roadhouse. We remember having more beers (totally by accident - it's not our fault - we have a sickness!), we remember drinking with some Marines and we remember meeting a REAL nice woman. See, that's where it all sorta gets foggy. It seems that Kevin perhaps may have got a bit suggestive to her (again, totally by accident - it's not his fault - he has a hormone imbalance) and the Marines came to her rescue. Let's just say that what we can remember after that we'll never forget! But you know what? It's Humpday today, Christmas is ancient history and guess what we'll be doing...

Just like Kevin's breasts - our tree may be small, but it's real! OH BOY! Twinkies, tuna & Pop Tarts!
If these Marines are so tough - why does he have a purse?
We started out the day by decorating our tree and opening the bags and boxes of stuff we got at the Salvation Army shelter on Christmas Eve. It's amazing what people donate for those of us less fortunate on Christmas. Thanks - we can really use the six cans of pureed tomato paste that went out of date two years ago, and the lead painted, made in China GI Joe action figure (with the Kung Fu Grip!) will definitley come in handy for some kids around the trailer park to chew on!. Anyway, after all the excitement of opening our presents died down, we headed off to the Indian Casino for the annual Christmas buffet. Actually, we went there for the $1 beers - look, you have your food pyramid and we have ours!
After drinking our dinner we remember heading down Palm Canyon Drive (OH YEAH BABY! PALM CANYON DRIVE!) to the famous Palm Canyon Roadhouse. We remember having more beers (totally by accident - it's not our fault - we have a sickness!), we remember drinking with some Marines and we remember meeting a REAL nice woman. See, that's where it all sorta gets foggy. It seems that Kevin perhaps may have got a bit suggestive to her (again, totally by accident - it's not his fault - he has a hormone imbalance) and the Marines came to her rescue. Let's just say that what we can remember after that we'll never forget! But you know what? It's Humpday today, Christmas is ancient history and guess what we'll be doing...
Just like Kevin's breasts - our tree may be small, but it's real! OH BOY! Twinkies, tuna & Pop Tarts!
If these Marines are so tough - why does he have a purse?

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