Beauty is a curse on the world. Yeah. So is the entire holiday season these days, right? You with us? Show of hands? Thank you.

Could it have been anyone else? Old Man Snap started saying things like "Avy" and "Matt's li'l sister, think about it, where the f*ck has she been all season?" once Quentin got himself all kinds of carved.

But then it turns out he's all "Yeah, so what if I don't have diag?" and Kit was all, "I like brother c*ck" and that, as they say, was that.

Huh. At least evil Meg was kind of hot throughout the season, in a f*cked up God-we-want-to-punch-the-li'l-racist-in-the-face kind of way.

So Merry Christmas and Happy Hanukah to one and all. Old Man Snap sort of got in the holiday cheer at the Hallmark yesterday, buying himself all kinds of last-minute cards. Nothing says Christmas like li'l magnets for $5 that say things like "Aunts are people, too" or some sh*t.

HEY! It's Friday! That means Heroez and Not So Much for the Heroez! Like, this is so gonna be the BEST ONE EVER because we only have another week to use the term BEST _____ EVER before we retire this overwrought drivel with other classics like, YO THAT'S THE DOPE and OOPS! I DID IT AGAIN!

Heroez
Preggers Gwen is more gooder. But what about that stomach? Damn you, Bush guy.

RIP, low-calorie beer guy. RIP. We should drink more of what you made. Nice work with that.

Old Man Snap. So what if he's found himself watching reruns on WE sometimes while channel surfing. He tries to entertain you folk. A lot. And he tries to stay sane by not so much with the beer and more with the happy thoughts these days. Give him some credit, ya'll.

Not so much...
Stupid strikers. We were worried this chaos would continue through New Year's Eve. And that would have been awful for us B&T lads and lasses longing to welcome the '06 from the village, clutching our Guinnesses and smiling, loudly, because '05 is so the new over.

Blogs are bad, MMMMMK?

Fat kids. Yeah. We know. But we *could* play sports, even if that meant keeping close to first base for the majority of our childhood 'cause it was closer to the dugout, and if we were the goalie, because, well, you know, less with movement and more with the coverage area. Or something.

Isn't this why we left and you lost? Oh SNAP! Britain: OWNED.

Finally, it really wasn't. Of course El Presidente says it was a good year. Nevermind the perpetual f*ck-ups on pretty much every turn. You sure when us over by keeping the faith and telling Americans, and the world, the same thing. Over and over and over and over and over again. Christ, mix it up once in awhile and talk about something different for a change.

God we can't wait for the ought-six.