TIS THE SEASON TO BE JOLLY
"We are looking at pressing charges."
(Thanks to Jeff Meyerson)
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December 23, 2013
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*goes off to find the equine adapter kit for the breathalyzer*
Posted by: Annie Where-but-here | December 23, 2013 at 02:40 PM
Too much eggnog? Tis' the season to be jolly, and drunk, at least in my family.
Posted by: Roberto | December 23, 2013 at 02:49 PM
Gotta get those rosy cheeks, somehow.
Posted by: Elon | December 23, 2013 at 03:07 PM
Vanna, can I buy a vowel for a couple of these names?
Posted by: Annie In Texas | December 23, 2013 at 03:17 PM
I'd drink and drive if I had a name like Ustrzykach Dolnych, which can be rearranged to spell "Czars Cold Hunky Thy" and will get you sent straight to the gulag. HoHoHosky.
Posted by: HogsAteMySister | December 23, 2013 at 03:43 PM
My favourite city in Poland is Szczebrzeszyn. I'm not making it up, check Google.
By the way, the name of this city is actually Ustrzyki Dolne, and I've been there a few times. It is a very beatiful area called Bieszczady.
Posted by: Grzegorz.Brzeczyszczykiewicz | December 23, 2013 at 03:58 PM
They may have something here. If your native language naturally sounds like slurred speech, you're less likely to get ticketed for tipsiness.
And if the national dance looks like a drunken sailor twerk gone bad, I'm packing my bags.
Posted by: Annie Where-but-here | December 23, 2013 at 04:17 PM
Nogged Gnome Knocks Noggin.
Posted by: Loudmouth | December 23, 2013 at 04:18 PM
eez dark and cold in that part of europe. drinking is essential. what is the problem?
Posted by: queensbee | December 23, 2013 at 04:28 PM
*insert your Polish joke here*
Posted by: Jeff Meyerson | December 23, 2013 at 04:47 PM
Crashing to and fro
On a one horse open sleigh
'Cross the lanes we go
Laughing all the way
Elves more cocktails bring
Making spirits tight
What fun it is to slur and sing this
Ustrzykach Dolnych night!
Oh, single malt!
Single malt!
Single malt, hooray!
Oh, what fun to be pie-eyed
On a one horse open sleigh - ay!
Single malt!
Single malt!
Single malt, hooray!
Oh, what fun to be pie-eyed
On a one horse open sleigh
Posted by: Meanie the Blue | December 23, 2013 at 05:29 PM
Crashing to and fro
On a one horse open sleigh
'Cross the lanes we go
Laughing all the way
Elves more cocktails bring
Making spirits tight
What fun it is to slur and sing this
Ustrzykach Dolnych night!
Oh, single malt!
Single malt!
Single malt, hooray!
Oh, what fun to be pie-eyed
On a one horse open sleigh - ay!
Single malt!
Single malt!
Single malt, hooray!
Oh, what fun to be pie-eyed
On a one horse open sleigh
Posted by: Meanie the Blue | December 23, 2013 at 05:29 PM
Er, ... sorry ...
Posted by: Meanie the Blue | December 23, 2013 at 05:31 PM
And what, we wonders, has Meanie been doing this afternoon.
Posted by: pogo | December 23, 2013 at 05:35 PM
And what, we wonders, has Meanie been doing this afternoon.
Posted by: pogo | December 23, 2013 at 05:35 PM
Everyone knows "Ustrzykach Dolnych " is Sanskrit for "Let's play two!"
Echo - ditto - pogo
Posted by: Annie Where-but-here | December 23, 2013 at 05:37 PM
Make mine a double.
Posted by: Meanie the Blue | December 23, 2013 at 05:42 PM
I'll have what Meanie's having. Bravo, twice, on your poem!
Posted by: nursecindy | December 23, 2013 at 06:42 PM
Tis the season for a margarita.
Posted by: Theresa | December 23, 2013 at 07:04 PM
Meanie, the second one was way better. Way to stick with it until you attained perfection.
Posted by: Gargoyle Socks | December 24, 2013 at 01:27 AM
Uh oh, Santa looks dead. :(
Posted by: Edward | December 24, 2013 at 02:03 AM
I know. Somehow, once I saw the first one posted, I could instantly see the flaws that had escaped me just before, and I was shocked. Trite. Amateurish. The mailed-in work of a hack, unworthy of this forum. But then, I mean, I just nailed it the second time, right?
Posted by: Meanie the Blue | December 24, 2013 at 08:22 AM
In other news, the Bocken has burned. I may have missed this if it was previously blogged, and if so, my apologies. It evidently happened last Saturday. I'm officially in mourning.
Posted by: ubetcha | December 24, 2013 at 08:59 AM
"They were clearly in no state to deal with children."
On the contrary, I think they were in the perfect state to deal with children. If I had to wear a Santa suit this time of year, you can bet your mistletoe I'd be full of holiday cheer before I let any of those germ-ridden toygrubbers onto my lap.
Posted by: padraig | December 24, 2013 at 10:48 AM
What ....is it illegal to songwrite under the influence ? Brave MTB ! (If it is my brother's a lawyer)
Posted by: LeDud | December 24, 2013 at 12:05 PM
Apparently Santa is feeling better.
Posted by: Annie Where-but-here | December 24, 2013 at 12:36 PM
Obviously the victim of a hangover!I see a new defense excuse!
Merry Christmas, and Hannukah is over, already..from the Bakken Oil field,
Daisy
Posted by: daisy | December 24, 2013 at 12:49 PM
I never thought I'd say this but, I completely agree with padraig.
Posted by: nursecindy | December 24, 2013 at 12:57 PM
It really IS Christmas!
Posted by: padraig | December 24, 2013 at 01:29 PM
Clearly , Santa was cheating on Mrs. Clause and karma did the rest.
Posted by: Cheesewiz | December 24, 2013 at 01:48 PM
Is the Blog seeing double?
Posted by: Tash | December 24, 2013 at 10:00 PM
Is the Blog.... oh, never mind.
Posted by: Tash | December 24, 2013 at 10:01 PM
I saw Drunk Santa and the Tipsy Helpers open for Mannheim Steamroller.
Posted by: oneblankspace | December 27, 2013 at 07:50 PM