Gather around the record player at your Christmas gatherings and sing along with this horrible mess of holiday music. You can start with Tiny Tim (shown above). He's looking mad this Yuletide. Maybe somebody didn't tiptoe through his tulips.
Because every shopping mall parking lots needs a bunch of muggers.
Oh, Heino. That Heino. Okay, anybody?
Why does this outer space galaxy home look like someplace Abe Lincoln lived in during the 1850s?
Making the Christmases fucking merry.
Oh, Bootsy Collins. Right. Bootsy Collins. Okay, anybody????
I'm not getting into that sleigh!
Here's something that should have been in Dennis Day's stocking. A box of condoms.
There are no words. Decking the halls and gassing the chambers.
Does that dog look stuffed or what?Dinner last night: Grilled Taylor Ham on Kaiser Roll.
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I had a chance to buy the Tiny Tim CD but didn't. Still kicking myself.
I'd also add the Phil Spector Christmas album which, though wonderful, now has a creepy new context.
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