
We got our holiday Christmas tree this weekend. It totally kicks ass. Makes your holiday Christmas tree look like a doofus. But whatever. If you're happy with that doofus tree then more power to you.
It's not like I'm competitive about my Christmas tree or anything. I don't have to because mine is always the best. By far. It's not even funny.
My poor neighbors talk a big game when it comes to their holiday Christmas tree, but they know they deep down there's is nothing but a stupid, dumb doofus tree. Yet still they try and step to me. "What a gorgeous tree you have, C," they say. Like I believe them. Jeeeze Louise; they're so jealous it's pathetic. You can hear spite in every little word they spit out of their jealous, pathetic egg nog holes.
I don't pay my neighbors no mind, though. No, 'tis the holiday Christmas season and good will to all men and all that. So I take the high road and instead stand on my car and shout "I'm #1!" at them. Then I eat the holiday Christmas cookies they made me. When I'm through I do a little dance and take off my shirt and show them my guns. By then my neighbors usually run back into their house and cry to their doofus trees.
I can't get across to you how powerful this makes me feel.
So I hope you and yours enjoy that little doofus tree you got for yourselves. And if you're Jewish or Muslim or whatever and don't have or want a holiday Christmas tree then no big whoop. Just understand this: if you did have a Christmas tree, there's a 110% percent chance that my tree would kick its ass in a fight.
This post is dedicated to shewolves.