Merry Christmas, puny humans. I shall now—what? OH, GODDAMNIT, STAN AND FRY!”
It’s that magical time of year when everybody gets each other stuff and that shows love and it’s awesome. This morning I awoke to find this cool swag under our tree from my dear Annie:
Once the man-socks are presented and unwrapped, Christmas may officially begin.
A mason jar with built-in straw is Norway’s official Viking mead vessel.
“My god, Google Cardboard is full of stars!”
Jack: “Chopped-up plant as a cat holiday gift? Hmm, well, I guess I’ll taste it—“
“OH HOLY BALLS WHAT THE FUCK IS HAPPENING SPACE BATS ARE AIEEEEEEEE”
The Spousal Unit supported both my drinking and my beard with this pint glass set.
Here it is in its natural habitat.
The shrine to my liver is coming along nicely,
thanks to prezzies from my awesome work buddies.
“Stocking stuffers” comes from the Old English term for “many snacks.”
“Hi, my name is Sean, and I’m … I’m an orthography geek! [*sob*] It has been 12 minutes since I last pedantically held forth on arcane subjects of grammar and punctuation.”
Handlebar mustaches are the gateway to awesome philosopher beards.
And Christmas tree Peeps are the gateway to diabeetus.
My Number One gift: A huge and heavy tome of Annotated H.P Lovecraft. I love my wife.
This is far more disgustingly wonderful than a photo can convey.
Oh, is it a “Labbit” with full-on Vermont Ben beard? Why, yes it is!
Becky: “Jack got chopped-up plant as a holiday gift? Hmm, well, I guess I’ll taste it …“
Merry Christmas, everyone!