who's great f&@king idea was it to have christmas at my house this year?! trimming the traditional christmas ficus kicked off our smokey mountain festivities her opening is kind of tight at first, but if you just stretch her out a little, you can slide that thick, dark body right in... enjoying the last few minutes of freedom before drunk-fest 2004 mr. hankey's retarded nephew came to pay us a visit "what did you say, invisible neighbor?!" .. the men-folk got hammered making turkey while the rest of us sucked down hot toddies like they were going out of style (and by "hot toddies" i mean boxed wine) sure those nuns are having fun, but who could be having more fun than my soon to be sister-in-law? how could we possibly get more lovely? asked... and answered. say what you want, but that mother of mine is one SASSY lady! ours was a "napoleon dynamite" christmas the traditional centerpieces awaited the feast that was to come... ...so i had a little more to drink was it the wine or the beer that made us giddy with excitement when bobafet jumped on the plasma ball? brody gave us all some classic advice: "save a tree. eat a beaver!" FINALLY some bread to soak up the alchiiiihol but by that time, auntie casey was rather schnookered and brody used his classic move on his unsuspecting gramma but the booze finally got the best of me. someone had to die.