That song is like pipe bombs down my cerebellum..Originally Posted by storry_teller
I would rather shave my testicles with a cheese grater than listen to it. I don't believe in Hell, but if it does happen to exist then no doubt for me that song is playing on a permanent loop while I queue up in an eternal Christmas shopping queue, as I get to the front that register closes and so have to join another queue, and so on, queue after queue, hour after hour, day after day, All I want for fucking Christmas on eternal repeat, and all the people in the queues have terrible body odour and talk incessantly on their phones about various aspects of their lives that grate on my nerves, all the while mispronouncing words like "punkin" and "pacific" instead of pumpkin and specific, until finally I can take it no longer and beg Satan to just stick the 1000 wasps up my peehole and dump me in the lava and be done with it...
I'm not very Chrsitmassy.
I do love last Christmas though...
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