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muckefuckOh, and y'all may have noticed that I haven't mentioned the music this year. I guess that's because, frankly, the less said about being forced to listen to Josh Groban's Christmas album because I was fixing dinner at the time and couldn't leave the room, the better. But my sister did make up for it by playing this video for me:
My father, on the other hand, did nothing at all to compensate for compelling me to listen to Beethoven's Wig without the liberty of calling it utter crap. (Small children around, not to mention his wife.) The closest I came was saying "You heard this on NPR?" If you know me at all, you know that that is in no way complimentary.
My father, on the other hand, did nothing at all to compensate for compelling me to listen to Beethoven's Wig without the liberty of calling it utter crap. (Small children around, not to mention his wife.) The closest I came was saying "You heard this on NPR?" If you know me at all, you know that that is in no way complimentary.