Bah Fucking Scumbug

I remain true to the old school despite my non-believer status.

Today we were hanging ornaments on the tree at the residence in Luxembourg. I came down in a Scrooge-like night garment. The young people regarded me strange and I explained that I was Scrooge. They had no idea what I was talking about.

“Don’t you know Tiny Tim?” They had to be aware of the youngest Crackett’s soul.

No was the expression of their face. They were ignorant of Christmas Past Present or Future.

“Fucking hell.” I stormed upstairs in an atheistic huff. “Fucking Bah Humbug.”

They could decorate their Giftmas tree by themselves.

There is no Christmas in the world of Skyrim and it’s a good thing that I didn’t ask them for the words to WHITE CHRISTMAS.

They wouldn’t have even known how to hum it.

Dumb little bastards.

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