Keep your knickers on, ho ho hos! It’s Festivus which definitely requires Pie in order to celebrate correctly. And booze. And certainly orgies. Caligula ain’t got shit! Check the wiki on it.
Just so it’s abundantly clear – it’s absolutely not the other thing… Chrimbo or whatevs. Shun the absolute fuck outta that noise! And here’s a poem which illustrates this point…somewhat. *ahem* “I am an island, I am an isthmus, I come from Bermuda, I don’t believe in Christmas!” True enough.
Let’s begin our celebration with a luscious piegasm, extra knicks on standby ploize snootchies. Coz we is all gonna get the “lonely island” treatment all up in the hiz-ouse and Nightshade does not need to be busting out the rosemary and salting and burning after you lot! Be prepared!!!
Bruce Willis a la “The Fifth Element“. With or without hair, I’d seriously go there. So would you and you know it!
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