CHICAGO: If Hepatitis C Were Attacking Your Face Instead of Your Liver You'd Be Doing Something About It

I am all kinds of ready for a 12/28 Thirsty Thursday if anybody has any post-holiday energy left. I miss my pals!

Have fun with that!

Other gifts: a bottle of ketchup, a magnum of good Chardonnay, fifths of vodka, tequila, Hennessey.

I have your belongings! I want to give them back. let's make this happen. Also, I want to see Kenan's apt.

Oh, and Kenan: did you by chance take with you a box filled with my winter clothes? (Gap jacket, knit gloves, scarves, sweater.) It is not longer present, chez moi.

I was on the train this morning, on the phone when I saw a woman who I thought was a coworker. I nodded, waved and gave her a big exaggerated facial expression. She did not respond, and I realized that she was not a coworker, but someone who could be her sister.

Since we're in a big city, I thought I would probably never see her again, but now here I sit in Argo tea and she's standing right in front of me and she gave me a second glance.

Jesse: EEEK
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OMG, EEEEEEEEEEEEEK!

OMG: EEEEEEEEEEK; EEEEEEEEEEEEEK!

(EEEEEEEEEK!)

I'd have noticed that. I have no boxes. I do have a sweater of yours, and The Office on DVD, and a couple other things. Oh, the blanket. I have a blanket.

"So then he says to me, 'No way,' really rude. And I went jackballs on him."

I had two beers.

I SAW MOMMY KISSING SANTA CLAUSE.

A kid sees her mother kissing and tickling Father Christmas. The kid's father must be resigned to being a cuckold or have a strange sense of humor if he would have "a laugh" about seeing his getting cozy with a fat bearded man underneath the mistletoe.

RUDOLPH
This song has always bugged the shit out of me. A reindeer is born looking different from his peers, they reject him because of it and the big man in charge condones it all. But suddenly he comes in handy and everyone changes their minds and Rudolph is all, "Yes, Masssa, I'd a-luv tah guide yall's sleigh tonight!"

I heard a version at work that had a verse that said something about, "Rudolph said, 'No! I ain't havin' none of this!'"

LITTLE DRUMMER BOY

My favorite Xmas song, when it's done very traditionally and simply. The lines "I played my best for him...I played my drum for him" brings tears to my eyes. Not that that's hard or anything, but still. It's moving for me to imagine the LDB putting doing the very best he can and being all like a little toddler saying "I played my drum for him!"

CAROL OF THE BELLS

Love it. I don't know if I'm stating it correctly, but it's all verses I think. There is no chorus, but there is a lot of repition in the sounds until the really great words at the end

"Merry, merry, merry, merry Christmas,
Merry, merry, merry, merry Christmas,
On on they send,
on without end,
their joyful tone to every home
Dong Ding dong ding, dong Bong."

AVE MARIA

I put this on my iPod sometimes at all times of the year. It's just plain good.

Oops.

wtf is "cosplay"?!

What's freaks me out about that song is that the kid is traumatized by seeing his mom make out with who he thinks is another man, and yet... he doesn't sound upset enough.

That's what I was getting at. (The renditions I've heard have been females singing, and one sounds like Baby Jane at her most deranged.)

Jenny, re-read what I said, re-engage the old thinker for a minute, and then STFU.

The one that I was remembering was that he hung mistletoe above the urinals at the restaurant. The gen. manager was *furious*.