Christmas Post Number 4: Choirs of children make me want to kill myself...

Christmas Post 4: Choirs of children make me want to kill myself..

Sorry, if this posting is a little angry. For some damn reason my facebook account was disabled today... No idea why, perhaps because I was using it for it's intended purpose: "NetWorking", now my account is "NOT WORKING". Anyways, as they say, things come in threes.

- Facebook Fiasco
- Started Packing for my move to chicago...Not fun.
- Brake light doesn't work.

So I figured I'd write about something that puts me in the mood I'm currently in. I'm the most optimistic person you'll ever meet; however, I'm also good at ranting, rebelling, voicing my opinion, complaining, and standing up for those to afraid to speak their minds or those without the means.

This brings me to Christmas Posting Number 4.

Paul McCartney & Wings : Wonderful Christmas Time.

I am a firm believer that Wal*Mart is the devil. Wal*Mart has seven letters, Lucifer has seven letters, it doesn't take Robby Langdon to figure that out.

I am also a firm believer that Paul McCartney is somehow involved with the downward spiral in the economy. When news broke that he yet again refused a deal with 'iTunes' this past week, my Apple stock went down. Hmm, interesting PAUL... Way to help spur the economy. Perhaps if Steve Jobs gets Gillette to stop testing on animals maybe you'll come to an agreement? Doubt it. If Red Bull gives you Wings, I'm starting the boycott right now. I'd rather be given the All Star Band. Wings are a severely over rated group. 'Wonderful Christmas Time' is by far in my opinion the worst Christmas song to date, and one of the reasons I'm in a pissy mood today.

I can remember working at the Christmas Store my mom runs(in the summer time it's a thriving swimming poolstore, but in the off season they sell christmas shit to stay busy untill the 3 month vacation) years back with my brother Jeremy. Once it got to the slower part of the season when it was just him and me at the store, we'd pass time playing 20 questions, playing Dots, or Tic Tac Toe. Now, I must say, you think those are fun and simple games, however my brother and I are virtually equals. When it comes to games of that kind, they are harder than you think. Mainly because we need to think harder than our own capabilities to devise a strategy to in essence win against ourself.

So we would play games, talk about when the next show was for the rock band we were both in, or talk about the mob ran underground gambling house that was caddy corner across the street in an old flower shop. Finally we came up with a game that was pure chance and estimated luck. I refuse to use the word "Guesstimate". I think it's stupid, and only old ladies with purple hair riding around on the bus should be able to use that, and then only once per year. I think that word has been overused about as much as the phrase "Sunday Funday". I get it, it rhymes. I love words that sound similar. But it's been around since the 1980's nintendo game for the NES. Yes, there was a game with that same title, it sucked about as much as Mickey Mousecapes.

Anyways, we would also play a game based on speculatory deduction. We would bet on what christmas song would come on the radio next. This was before ipods and itunes went ginormous, and we advertised on the station, so we were forced into listening to it in order to make sure they played the radio spot that featured my mother talking about sweet deals on artificial trees and wreaths. Much like top 40 radio stations today, they seemed to only play a selected amount of songs from what seemed like a library of only 40 songs. One of those songs as "Wonderful Christmas Time" By Paul McCartney backed up by Wings. Once again, WINGS are over rated, just ask Kid Icarus(he too had an NES video game in the 80's). Anytime this song came on, my brother Jeremy and I would kick each other in the balls just to take our minds of the stupidity of the song.... I'm kidding....I didn't even work at a Christmas Store.

Again, I'm kidding. The entire story above is true, except the the ball kicking part at the end.

And the part about FACEBOOK Disabling my Account... is also TRUE!!!

W.T.F. - in my world, that means : Where's The Fun ?

Answer - Not Here!

As, the Nixon Tape Transcripts read :

-Expletive Deleted- Wings
-Expletive Deleted- packing
-Expletive Deleted- disabled facebook accounts.

Here's the video:

The Choirs of children sing their song, they practiced all year long...

....ding dong, ding dong, GUN SHOT!