Monthly Archives: December 2014

The Seventh Day of Fugmas: Then One Foggy SantaCon

Santa came to say,
“Douchebag, with your brains so slight,
Don’t you drive home drunk tonight.”

Then One Foggy SantaCon

The Seventh Day of Fugmas: And I Laughed When I Saw Her, in Spite of Myself

She harvested poor St. Nick’s beard.

And I Laughed When I Saw Her, in Spite of Myself

The Sixth Day of Fugmas: Oh, the Tourists Outside Are Frightful

But my ire is so delightful,
And since we’ve no place to go,
Let it snow, let it snow, let it snow.

Oh, the Tourists Outside Are Frightful

The Fifth Day of Fugmas: Cankles Roasting under Ugly Socks

Ugg boots nipping at your toes.

Cankles Roasting under Ugly Socks

The Third Day of Fugmas: Snowberry

The common snowberry (Symphoricarpos albus) is considered poisonous to humans, causing dizziness and vomiting.

Snowberry

The Third Day of Fugmas: A Grave Mistake

“None of those things look good with anything else except a closed casket.”—Secondshade

I spotted her twice; the second time (scroll down), I recognized her by the bag.

A Grave Mistake 1

A Grave Mistake 2