Well, the dog took a crap under the tree, my wife's fruitcake caught fire, and I got socks for presents. again. How could this Christmas be any worse?!
HEYYY PETEY! I GOTS NADS ON MY FACE!!
It got worse.
NADS! NADS! NADS! NADS! NADS! NADS! C'MON, SAY IT WITH ME!
