Twas the night before Christmas and all through the house the killer was killing, even the mouse He scattered the bodies by the chimney with flare not knowing who’d find them, not seeming to care Then what to his demented eyes should appear some fat guy with...
Twas the night before Christmas – Old Santa was pissed, he cussed out the elves and threw down his list. Miserable little brats, ungrateful little jerks, I have a good mind to scrap the whole works. I’ve busted my ass for damn near a year, instead of thank...
At Christmas I no more desire a rose Than wish a snow in May’s new-fangled mirth I see the trick on’t: here was a consent, Knowing aforehand of our merriment, To dash it like a Christmas comedy: Some carry-tale, some please-man, some slight zany, JM Bell. JC Carter,...
And the kings of the earth, and the great men, and the rich men, and the chief captains, and the mighty men, and every bondman, and every free man, hid themselves in the dens and in the rocks of the mountains; and said to the mountains and rocks, Fall on us, and hide...
We don’t make a lot of excuses around here for the general atmosphere of smug superiority and intellectual superiority. I mean, why the hell should we? We’re kinda epic, and I refuse to feel bad about it. You see, the problem with being better than...