After Action Report: A Christmas Story: The Musical

Last night, Mrs. BiW and I had our annual birthday outing. (Hers is the day before mine, the year after mine…we normally tell people who notice that we are in the Witness Relocation Program, and that they can expect a visit from the US Marshalls).  This year it was steaks at Jimmie Mac’s Roadhouse, which is as close as we can get to Texas without jumping on a plane, and then to the opening night of A Christmas Story: The Musical at the 5th Avenue Theatre in Seattle.

The 5th is by far and away the coolest theatre in Seattle.  The seats aren’t as tiny as the ones at The Paramount and The Moore, and it really has beautiful detail to look at as you wait for the show to start.

 

 I have to confess.  I went with not a little trepidation.  Mrs. BiW made it clear that she got the tickets (from a friend) because she knows I like the story, but I was reluctant because of the emotional baggage I have with regard to the story.  Still, with an open mind, we drove from the restaurant to Seattle, and arrived about an hour and a half before the show.  This worked out well, because the theatre was running a special for the evening only, selling tickets to Guys and Dolls and Oklahoma! for $30 apiece.  We looked at the seats available, and I made her Christmas a little brighter by getting her tickets to Guys and Dolls in May.  Eventually the doors opened, and we went upstairs to some really fantastic seats, and started reading the programs.  Finally, the house lights dimmed, and after some brief remarks for the theatre’s artistic director, it began.

The play opened with the actor playing Jean Shepard broadcasting in a November Blizzard from the studios of WOR in Manhattan in 1964, and deciding to tell “A Christmas Story” to the audience.  The characters made their entrances, and I tried to let the performance wash over me as I took in the story and tried not to compare it to the film.  The theatre’s artistic director spoke before the performance of his hope that this would become a Seattle holiday tradition, much in the same way that the Nutcracker ballet with the Maurice Sendak sets at the Pacific Northwest Ballet has become a holiday tradition.  If this performance was any indication, he’ll get his wish.

The children playing the parts of Ralphie, Randy, Schwartz, Flick, Scut Farkas, and Dill were fantastic.  They acted without overacting, and sang better than any performers I have seen there at the 5th in the last 5 years.  Yet somehow, the song that seemed to speak loudest to me was the one sung by Ralphie and Randy’s Mom, and for some reason, it seemed to be the best enunciated.  All the highlights were touched.  A young boy’s quest for his first BB gun, and his entry into manhood; the first F-bomb in front of the parents; taking down the bully; finding out that your Mom lets your Old Man think that he’s in charge; and that moment when you realize that the Old Man knows you better than you thought, and that for a moment or two, every now and then, he can just be a cool guy, and not the gruff, grumpy dude you fear making more gruff and grumpy.

I enjoyed the play, and the evening, but not without a little guilt.

My Old Man was a curmudgeon’s curmudgeon.  I knew that he loved me, not because he told me, but because he put up with me for so long, and because he shared many of his passions with me, like cooking and photography. He wasn’t really a fiction kind of guy, but he loved Jean Shepard stories.  My Mother still has his copy of “Wanda Hickey’s Night of Golden Memories”, which he actually let me read when he thought I was old enough to appreciate it.  Christmas made him grumpy, and he generally eschewed the shopping and while he would go to family functions, he generally hated having the television on this time of year.   But he always made an exception for A Christmas Story.  At first, it was unnerving to see my Dad watching any sort of Christmas movie, and seeing him smile, and then laugh at different points kind of gave me the feeling that I was too late to make peace with myself before the Apocalypse that had obviously arrived.  But I got used to this holiday tradition, and much like Ralphie’s moment with his Old Man, it gave my Old Man a touch of humanity that one might otherwise find lacking.  And it also means I know the movie.   From the one-of-a-kind voice of Jean Shepard narrating the story, or the deft touches that Darren McGavin gave to the Old Man, it is etched as indelibly on my soul as the perspective through which I view the world, as it is a tradition that I still keep.   Dad’s been dead for five years now, but at some point in the days before Christmas, I will get out the disk, and watch the movie alone.  But I’m not alone.  As the timeless tale plays out on the screen before me, I feel him there with me, smiling, and laughing at the Parker family and their pre-Christmas life in the tail end of the Great Depression.  Maybe it’s because of this link with my father, but the idea of the story being presented by anyone other than those in the film smacked of sacrilege. 

I wrestled with these feelings as the play progressed.  I mean, it felt like watching someone doing a paint-by-numbers copy of the Mona Lisa.  Until I paid attention to what was going on around me.  And at that point, I realized that something miraculous had happened.   The story transcended the performances.  It could be made less pleasurable by a poor performance, like an amateur staging of A Christmas Carol, or Its A Wonderful Life, but the story has been retold, and effectively.  And that is what makes it a classic.

As I let go, I found myself pleasantly surprised at the changes they did make to the story, like the aftermath of Mom breaking the Old Man’s major award.  Without giving away the surprise, I will say that I was touched (and not in the swimsuit area, you perverts) by the addition to story.  I even think my Old Man would have approved.   I’ll tell him about it when we watch the movie in a few weeks.

165 Comments

  1. I’ve been told that A Christmas Story is the geratest Christmas movie EVAH!!!

    I’ve yet to actually watch it all the way through. I’ve tried. Just can’t do it.

    Glad you enjoyed your evening though, Blackie.

    Happy Birthday.

  2. Blech, A Christmas Story is not one of my favorites.

  3. I just shit my pants.

    I thought that was Compos’ job.

  4. As for Dad, I feel the ssame way about Field of Dreams.

    I used to work in a video store and I used to bring movies to my dad that I thought he would enjoy. Some worked, some he missed the point of entirely, but Field of Dreams is one that actually hit him somewhere deep inside. It the only time I actually saw him cry because of a movie.

    3 weeks later, he died.

    Field of Dreams remains, to this day, one of my absoluet favortie movies. However, I don’t think I’ve watched it ion almost 20 years.

  5. I just shit my pants.

    Well. At least we have that to look forward to. And I thought this evening was going to be a bust.

  6. Happy Birthday BiW and bride. I’m glad your evening out was a good one.

    Your story is lovely.

    *turns firehose of Lysol on dick*

  7. Beasn!

  8. I love “A Christmas Story”. I watch it every year and I’m moved every time I watch it.

  9. I love ‘A Christmas Carol’…the old movie version.

    *waves to Tattoo*

  10. Happy Bithday, belated, BiW. Other than a trip to the theater (and what a gorgeous theater it is), did you get anything cool?

    Electronics, good books, handjob?

  11. I like George C Scott’s Christmas Carol.

  12. Later all. Long day and an early morning. Pig poos are calling.

  13. Have fun fisting the pigs.

  14. Wow, both of my high schools won their state championships in football today, One for five in a row.

  15. Anybody know anything about the Buffalo area NY?

  16. It’s cold and it gets buttloads of snow.

  17. It’s cold and it gets buttloads of snow.

    As discussed earlier, this is not a negative for me.

  18. Wow, both of my high schools won their state championships in football today, One for five in a row.

    congratulations?

  19. Anybody know anything about the Buffalo area NY?

    Don’t go there.

  20. Anybody know anything about the Buffalo area NY?

    I grew up there, until the sixth grade. Mesa is correct.

    It’s near Niagara Falls, which is worth a visit. If you’re going to stay there overnight, the Canadian side is nicer.

  21. My high school lost the third round of playoffs SAD

  22. Trinity HS, Euless, Tx.

    How many have they won in a row?

    Heh, my Chicago high school that has only won three out of the last five could probably pummel the one that won the fifth in a row today.

    Red F-ing Grange went to my school and gave our homecoming games pregame speech while I was there. Hard to beat a tradition like that.

  23. My high school recently got bumped to a higher class and now regularly gets whupped on. SAD.

  24. Nemo.

    Found:

    http://tinyurl.com/2afze53

  25. Mmmm sushi.

    Maybe that’s where the next dinner will head to.

  26. Is it wrong to celebrate my birthday two days in a row?

    I don’t think so.

    Bye.

  27. Throckmorton and Aquilla both play 6 man and will play each other. MIL and SIL respective high schools

  28. As discussed earlier, this is not a negative for me.

    You don’t understand what is meant by “buttloads of snow.”

    We are talking about snow storms funneled off of Lake Erie towards Buffalo on the east end of the lake, which then get magnified by the aftershock of “lake effect” snow.

  29. You don’t understand what is meant by “buttloads of snow.”

    Again, I’m ok w/ that.

  30. MIL and BIL not sister in law

  31. Tat, Buffalo is getting rave reviews here.

    I noticed. I’ll still toss a resume at the job posting.

  32. Buffalo is a sentence, not an opportunity.

  33. Buffalo is also a decayed, decrepit, rusted-out city that was a once great industrial center and port, but is now New York’s attempt to compete with Detroit in the urban failure category.

  34. Tatts – It’s not Newark, NJ. So, its got that going for it!

  35. Alright guys. Alright.

  36. Seriously, you would have to look at Newark, New Jersey or Gary, Indiana to find a worse place to live than Buffalo.

  37. Gary gets a lot less snow than Buffalo.

  38. BiW, Happy belated to you and the broad who puts up with your shit.

    Not belated. Early. Not until next week. But thank you.

    did you get anything cool?

    Electronics, good books, handjob?

    I am getting the sooper kool folding reading glasses I have been lusting over for 2 weeks.
    *
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    *
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    I know. It’s exciting, ain’t it?

  39. Hey Chief, I see you have been to Newark as well.

    Heh.

    I got lost there one time, and was actually afraid to stop at red lights. It was like driving through the set of one of those post-apocalypse movies.

  40. eh, it’s better than having to give a handjob.

  41. eh, it’s better than having to give a handjob

    See, I knew you had experience as a fluffer.

  42. Hey Chief, I see you have been to Newark as well.

    Heh.

    I got lost there one time, and was actually afraid to stop at red lights. It was like driving through the set of one of those post-apocalypse movies.

    Bitch, please.

    Drive the Cass Corridor through Detroit on a Tuesday afternoon.

  43. Michael – Beirut in 1980 was less frightening.

  44. Happy Birthday BiW!!!

  45. I am getting the sooper kool folding reading glasses I have been lusting over for 2 weeks.

    Maybe if you read more your posts will be shorter.

  46. Thank you, HoSoH.

    I’ll have a moment of zen when it happens on Thursday.

  47. Maybe if you read more your posts will be shorter.

    Or maybe I’ll realize the IB is as bad as everyone says it is.

    Think of it as “Eyesight Roulette”. ;-)

  48. Throckmorton and Aquilla both play 6 man and will play each other.

    I spent the first three years of my thirties living in the county just south of Throckmorton county. I’m damned glad I didn’t live IN Throckmorton. The southeastern edge of that part of Texas known as “The Big Empty”.

  49. I lived an worked in Gary.

    Shit. Hole.

  50. Just got back from oklahomo. Thank God. And then I flip on my TV and find OU playing OSU. Fuck My Life. At least I”m drinking.

  51. You guys crack me the fuck up.

    Have some pity, Dick. We can’t all be a super-cool badass like you.

  52. I lived an worked in Gary Coleman.

    Fixt

  53. It wasn’t THAT bad, PG.

  54. Mrs. Pendejo informs me that GARY INDIANA is the hometown of Micheal Jackson. I never realised he was such a badass.

  55. Hi PG.

  56. Mrs. Pendejo informs me that GARY INDIANA is the hometown of Micheal Jackson. I never realised he was such a badass.

    He wasn’t.

    That’s why he spent the rest of his life trying to transform himself into a freakish white woman.

  57. Happy Birthday, BiW.

  58. His house was in a not so bad neighborhood. Not upper crust, by no means, but not a slum either. He had long since moved out by the time I moved there. I put a kid in the Army that lived on that block.

  59. I get to sleep in my own bed tonight.

    **sets bear trap under low hanging fruit**

  60. And then I flip on my TV and find OU playing OSU. Fuck My Life.

    Georgia is playing Georgia Tech.

    Never mind.

  61. ROAMY!!!!

    {{{HUGS}}}

    How you holding up, girl?

    I had a nice chat with Don tonight.

  62. I get to sleep in my own bed tonight.

    **sets bear trap under low hanging fruit**

    *nimbly jumps over bear trap*
    *notes that Romy did not use PETA approved humane, live-capture, traps*

    Party!

  63. Happy Birthday, BiW.

    I get it. This like wishing Michael Happy Birthday, isn’t it?

  64. I get to sleep in my own bed tonight.

    I’m not touching that one!

  65. Happy Birthday, Michael!

  66. I get to sleep in my own bed tonight.

    I suppose that’s a treat if you sleep around all the OWWW!

  67. I get to sleep in my own bed tonight.

    And natcherly, you came here to find interesting company for it.

  68. Happy Birthday, Michael!

    Thanks Brad. I was afraid that nobody would remember. You made this day special for me.

  69. Not you. A different Michael.

  70. Tired from the trip home, but otherwise okay. Mr. RFH offered to unload the car tomorrow, which I think is an excellent idea.

    My middle brother and his wife showed up, and we finished sorting through the stuff from the attic, including the 4,297 Christmas decorations Mom had. Sent him home with a bunch of stuff and a box of stuff for my sister. Anyone else who doesn’t like what’s left gets wrapped in ribbons and fake greenery.

  71. NYTOL!

  72. Not you. A different Michael.

    Michael in accounting?

    I hate that guy. He’s a dick.

  73. Nope, Michael in Marketing.

  74. Not you. A different Michael.

    Oh, OK then. Sorry for the misunderstanding.

    Douchebag.

  75. Anyone else who doesn’t like what’s left gets wrapped in ribbons and fake greenery.

    Sounds pretty appealing.

  76. Michael in Sales. D’uh.

    G’night, Master Chief.

  77. Nope, Michael in Marketing.

    Isn’t he the one who wore the lampshade at last year’s Christmas Party?

  78. Roamy, glad to see ya home.

    Uhoh, someone forgot to close the drapes again.

  79. Isn’t he the one who wore the lampshade at last year’s Christmas Party

    Nope, he’s the one that was wearing thigh highs, a garter, and ladies panties.

  80. Heir Number Two is not at all subtle about his Christmas Wish List.

  81. I really hope I get to be the Secret Santa for Brad.

    Every day, my dogs deposit his gift in the side yard.

  82. Nope, he’s the one that was wearing thigh highs, a garter, and ladies panties.

    That’s right. Rosetta was pissed because they were wearing the exact same outfit.

    I don’t know what he was so damn catty about. He actually had the legs to pull it off.

  83. Michael, first, Cathy has to sign off on any gift you give.

    And second, I assure you that it will be a totally random selection, but you won’t end up with me.

  84. Tats, that’s cold. Giving away all my secrets.

    Well, I was keeping a couple, but if you want me to I can share those as well.

  85. That’s right. Rosetta was pissed because they were wearing the exact same outfit.

    I don’t know what he was so damn catty about. He actually had the legs to pull it off.

    Rosie, or Michael in Marketing?

    ‘Cuz really, neither one should’ve gone w/ those panties. Thongs really don’t flatter everyone.

  86. **puts bottle of tequila on window sill**

  87. I’m gonna send him a set of ears.

    Just don’t pierce them first. A girl’s just gotta do some things for herself.

  88. *picks up bottle of tequila, looks for bottle of Canadian Whiskey*

    Damn. It is cold out here.

  89. A girl’s just gotta do some things for herself.

    I saw the aftermath of a chick who pierced her own nipples. I highly recommend leaving that to the experts.

  90. Comment by TattooedIntellectual on November 27, 2010 11:13 pm

    Hi PG.

    Hi Tats. Sorry to get back to you so late. I was watching a couple of Professional Football Clubs from Oklahoma that happen to be loosely affilliated with what passes for institutions of higher learning up in that cousin fucking part of the country.

  91. Wow, this OU – OSU game is getting fun. 86 yard td pass, followed by a TD kickoff return. OSU is still in it.

  92. I’m an expert.

    Trust me.

  93. PG, I recommend watching some rugby. It’s much more entertaining that “football”.

  94. Trust me.

    Not w/ a dead plant.

  95. I saw the aftermath of a chick who pierced her own nipples.

    Admittedly I wouldn’t mind experiencing a little more “kink” than I have as a 28 years of marriage to the same woman white man…….but I’ve never understood the whole piercing of genitalia thing. Don’t see an upside.

  96. Roamy, what color latex hosefucking outfit will you be wearing in your own bed tonight?

  97. I refuse to pierce anything below the neck. I have contemplated piercing my nose, but can’t do it w/ the current job.

  98. I have been reliably informed that certain things being pierced does heighten sensations, but have no first-hand experience.

  99. I refuse to pierce anything below the neck. I have contemplated piercing my nose, but can’t do it w/ the current job.

    That reminds me. I saw a typical Seattle hipster douchebag last night.

    Nice slacks and shirt, grey hair, salt and pepper Sam Elliot moustache. Big stud earing in his left ear that you’d have to be blind to miss.

  100. Michael, first, Cathy has to sign off on any gift you give.

    Dang, I forgot about that. She likes you.

  101. I have three earrings in the one ear, and four in the other. I wear standard locking stud, piercing earrings, 364 days out of the year.

  102. I saw a chick in a totally nude strip bar one time who had a hoop on each side of her labia, or whatever that shit is called down there…….pussy lips (?)……..with about a 6″ chain connecting the two hoops. It made her a lot of damned money as it cost a dollar for a closeup look. But that was a long, long, long time ago.

  103. I have been reliably informed that certain things being pierced does heighten sensations, but have no first-hand experience.

    Before or after someone tears it out?

  104. Had a friend who had the clitoral hood pierced. Will freely admit I took her at her word for that.

    And labia is the right word PG.

  105. I spent my military career working very hard at avoiding getting any extra holes on my poor little body.

  106. I saw a chick in a totally nude strip bar one time who had a hoop on each side of her labia, or whatever that shit is called down there…….pussy lips (?)……..with about a 6″ chain connecting the two hoops. It made her a lot of damned money as it cost a dollar for a closeup look. But that was a long, long, long time ago.

    *blinks*

    Yaknow…I’m not so sure that channeling Cliff Claven is what you want to end up being known for…

  107. Dang, I forgot about that. She likes you.

    Your wife is a wonderful lady, but obviously has…. questionable taste in men.

  108. Had a friend who had the clitoral hood pierced. Will freely admit I took her at her word for that.

    And labia is the right word PG.

    The Hostages: Learning ya some shit that you never learned in screwl since 2009.

  109. Your wife is a wonderful lady, but obviously has…. questionable taste in men.

    I don’t know about that. We got on like peas and carrots.

    Oh.

    I see what you mean.

    Nevermind.

  110. The Hostages: Learning ya some shit that you never learned in screwl since 2009.

    Really? I figured that anatomy was fairly common knowledge here.

  111. Apparently my italics-fu is all fucked up.

  112. I meant about your friend poking her clittoral hood.

    *nominates Tat for Miss HTML 2010*

  113. I’ve never understood the whole piercing of genitalia thing. Don’t see an upside.

    Cathy has this great story from when she was working as a chaplain at Brooke Army Medical Center. BAMC has a contract with the city to handle emergency room cases. Business is brisk on a Friday night.

    This gang-banger guy came through the ER with a gunshot wound, got his clothes cut off, and he had this big obvious bump on the top of his cock. Turns out, this was the result of self-surgery. He had incised the skin, inserted something durable, and sewed it back up, all for the purpose of pleasing a female G-spot. Cathy actually tapped it with her finger. It was something solid.

    I admire that guy.

  114. I meant about your friend poking her clittoral hood.

    *nominates Tat for Miss HTML 2010*

    Awww, you really like me.

    And she was a weird one.

  115. Roamy, what color latex hosefucking outfit will you be wearing in your own bed tonight?

    Turquoise

  116. Roamy, what color latex hosefucking outfit will you be wearing in your own bed tonight?

    Turquoise

    Bunk.

  117. OK, I’m gonna start assigning Santas.

  118. **sends in last minute bribes of whiskey, carton of smokes, and color glossy 16×20 of Aggie’s ass**

  119. Roamy, it’s gonna take more than that to get you out of getting a gift for Michael.

  120. If I were a really mean mom, I would get this for DD#3 for Christmas:
    http://www.rei.com/product/801514
    DD#1 assures me that by the end of the first month of bitter cold, she really didn’t care WHAT she looked like, she just wanted to be warm…..

    I might get the girl this, though:
    http://www.rei.com/product/803048
    or this:
    http://www.rei.com/product/803052

    Ain’t I a stinker?

  121. My wife loves the Movie “A Christmas Story”. We even went and visited the house in Cleveland where the outdoor scenes were shot.

  122. XBrad, is it enough to get me out of getting a gift for wiser?

  123. OK, I’m gonna start assigning Santas.

    I got a picture of U.S. Grant right here . . .

    *waves a $50*

    . . . that is yours if you give me Laura.

  124. Cathy actually tapped it with her finger.

    I hope she washed her hands afterward. Several times.

  125. Nobody sends a gift to Wiser.

  126. Mr. TiFW and I were some of the VERY few people who actually saw “A Christmas Story” in the theater when it first came out. We kept telling anyone who would listen that they REALLY needed to go see this movie, ‘cuz it was so darn good, but it seemed like nobody went to see it.

    I was so happy that it got picked up to be shown on TV – that’s where most people saw it. It’s still one of my favorite Christmas movies – one of those “Instant Classics”. We still quote lines from it……

  127. XBrad, can I have a girl for my Secret Santa? I have a really nice gift that I want to send, and I really don’t think that it would match anything in Dick and/or Wiserbud’s closet.

    Then again…..

  128. Wait wait wait.

    Before the assignments are made, we all have to swear a solemn oath.

    Whoever gets Teresa has to send her something tasty that is loaded with gluten.

    Once we agree on that, the selection process can continue.

  129. Wiser it is.

  130. Nobody sends a gift to Wiser.

    That’s true. The tradition is, if you get Wiser, you don’t have to do anything.

  131. Huh. Amazon doesn’t have any rubber fists that conform to the $20 or less guideline for secret Santa gifts. And they don’t have any used ones, either.

    (Also, for some reason, one of the results that pops up when you search for “rubber fist” is a pair of Puma suede sneakers.)

  132. color glossy 16×20 of Aggie’s ass

    Now how in the hell did you get that ? I’ve been trying for ages.

  133. She took the pic, AG.

  134. well, shit. now why didn’t *I* think of that ?

  135. You’re not a woman?

  136. So, I’ve been watching this british tv show called Survivors. Plague wipes out most of the population, survivors try to … well, survive.

    http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Survivors_%282008_TV_series%29

    Kind of depressing really.

  137. What does it say about our society that when you type the word “midget” into Google images. a substantial part (if not a majority) of what you get back is porn?

  138. Tells me that the majority of midgets are involved in some way with porn. Google doesn’t lie.

    The real question is: What were you looking for doing a GIS for “midget” ?

  139. Seeing as how it hasn’t been Friday for quite some time, I was looking for a new header pic.

    I ended up going in a different direction.

  140. You ordered the Big Mac, didn’t you?

  141. Hells no! The McRib is back!

  142. The McFist.

  143. Unhappy Meal.

  144. Are you guys ignoring armed geek? Have you said hi to him and properly sniffed his taint? In not, why not?

  145. Quarter poonder with thighs and a cock.

  146. Nevermind, I see Sean has done the sniffing and was driven to google midget porn

  147. I’ve had other conversations with AG before, peej. If you weren’t so immersed in your Garranimals, you might have seen that.

  148. PJ just can’t quite grasp that we might have friends outside of H2.

  149. Do you guys even understand how screwed we are driving home tomorrow? Snow the entire drive

  150. “PJ just can’t quite grasp that we might have friends outside of H2.”

    I don’t even know what that means

  151. Garanimal crackers in my soup…..

  152. Ah hell are you two playing with yourselves?
    I gotta go to bed anyways. It’s gonna be a long day tomorrow

  153. Xtranormal just jumped the shark. Geico used it to make a teevee commercial.

  154. PJ, be nice to me. It’s not too late for me to change your secret santa assignment.

  155. I’m out as well.

    Have fun, Sean. Tell Car in I said hello when she shows up.

  156. HAH! xbradtc friended me on Facebook (that’s right, that bitch is on Facebook) and dared me to post here. Well, I’m here to tell you that “A Christmas Story” is the greatest film ever made, and Bob Clark is a f’king genius. Also, brad blows goats.

  157. In the interest of accuracy, b-rad does NOT blow goats. He fucks sheep. An inflatable sheep named “Dolly,” to be precise.

  158. Comment by Sean M. on November 28, 2010 4:37 am

    In the interest of accuracy, b-rad does NOT blow goats. He f**ks sheep. An inflatable sheep named “Dolly,” to be precise.

    And has a Cat that wears a paper bag on his head…

  159. Kinky.

  160. SeaNm, I’m not sure which is worse, that the “Boss” has a “friend” like Francis E, Well, I’m here to tell you that “A Christmas Story” is the greatest film ever made, and Bob Clark is a f’king genius. or that he is on “FaceChimp”.

    ***Walks away Muttering***

    Off to MouseHunt.

  161. Fuckey Suckey!!!

    Fidolla

  162. Wakey wakey.

  163. Heh

  164. Meet the New Poat. Same as the Old Poat.


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