Tomorrow is Tuna’s favorite day of the year so I just had to spread some Christmas Holiday Spirit. I actually got to hang out with Tuna for a swanky little dinner party I hosted last weekend and it was a good time and a great reason to post this picture:
And after I stuffed his face (so homo) with the finest meal he’d ever eaten we got to talking about Christmas Lists. I realized that all I really wanted were three things, which I’ll list below. I won’t spend to much time on Tuna because like I said in my last article, all he wanted was rubber-dildo-fists.
1.) A brand new staff for Southwest Airlines
I’m poor and will be forever until people invest in my line of crotch-less yoga pants that I’m dropping this spring. Because of my lack of funds … all the time … the only airline I fly is DirtCheap Southwest. I actually kind of like Southwest because of its aforementioned low prices and also the open seating- no other airline lets you weigh the options before picking your seat (do I want an aisle seat next to a baby/fat, smelly dude or a middle seat next to a smokeshow?). They even serve you pretzels and peanuts in flight! There’s the Pros. Here is the Con- their mother fucking flight attendants. Someone needs to tell me when stewardesses became comediennes because I must have missed that news-break. Jokes with the seatbelt, jokes with the oxygen masks, jokes about crashing: “In the case of a water landing be prepared to … scream! Haha, just kidding. You can use your seat cushion as a flotation device. Or not because you’ll all be dead!” Yeah, that’s just what I want: jokes about my mortality while I’m strapped in a tin-can in the sky that, if it drops out of the air, will be my coffin. I don’t normally complain about professionalism but when I’m 1 billion feet in the air without a parachute, let’s keep it on the straight and narrow.
2.) SupaBoy
This is the coolest thing I have ever seen/thought of in my life. In the 7th grade, I loved my Super Nintendo so much it didn’t bother me that I wouldn’t kiss my first girl for 5 years (a true and very sad story). Needless to say, I wasn’t very cool- at the time I was rocking braces for the second time in my short 13 year life and I had a very circular bowl cut that made my head look like a wiener. Penis heads don’t have a lot of friends in Junior High so I spent a lot of time alone. Imagine how much I would be benefitted by having a Supaboy! Imagine how much better I would be at Street Fighter II or maybe that ever elusive kissing thing. See, even though real girls weren’t an option, the lip-marks on the television in my family’s living room might show a different story between me and Chun Li. I’m not even embarrassed. Her thighs and posterior leave her 7th grade counterparts in the dust, am I right?
3.) Cheaper cheap beer
If getting drunk was like having sex, seeing a Miller High Life bottle would get me wet. And drinking it would make me squirt. So thank goodness they are different or else I’d never get drunk spitting my beer all over the place. My only problem is that cheap beer ain’t cheap enough. I like to drink at nice establishments and even if I’m downing pints of $4 Miller Lite for 4 hours, my tab is still going to be too rich for my blood (which, at that time, is watered down by half). I don’t really have a solution to this because I refuse to drink Vladimir or Aristocrat so Santa Baby, can you please put some cheap beer in my stocking this year?










