I got my woman a talking Pee-Wee Herman doll with a Chairy puppet whose eyes move, Ghostigital's first album (which is actually just Einar Orn and the album's name is Ghostigital which later became the band name because people from Iceland have a couple bats in the belfry), and a South Park shirt with Stan holding a boombox over his head and it says Shock the Monkey on the bottom. She wants Shock the Monkey to be our wedding song. That's cool. Luckily she's with me on the notion that X-mas is for toys and Valentines is for jewelry. My buddy Dave is coming up from the city because he can't get to Florida to see his family, so I bought him a Hadeki Matsui wall clock. He better appreciate that. I fucking hate the Yankees, and loath giving them money.
I think she bought me a Wii. There's only one Wii sized box under the tree with my name on it. I've been feeling like Cartman for a week. My television is doomed.
And for myself, a bottle of Jameson, a bottle of Baileys, and a twelve pack of Guiness!
I'll be sending naked pictures to Sen. Foley.
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