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Tag Archive: christmas eve

Dec

16

I’m Gonna Betchslap the Dumb Outta 2009

by Secondhand Karl in Depression, Local Goings On, Politics, Rants, Relationships, Therapy.

Fuck, it's DECEMBER. The last month of the year. How'd that happen, right? Worse yet, it's the Holidays. Fuck me with something hard and sandpapery. Yeah, so not a fan. When I was a wee lad, the Magic was still there. Months in advance, I'd pour ...

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Nov

23

All I Want For Christmas is the Mojo Back

by Secondhand Karl in Depression, Local Goings On.

I have an admission to make. I'm not a holiday person. Any more. I loved holidays growing up. Would salivate as Christmas approached, and not because it was Jesus' birthday. I couldn't have cared less about Him back then. It was all about the pressies. I could ...

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