christmas

Hitting on strangers: the saddest thing to do on Christmas Day.

Given the choice, I would rather that Santa gave me coal instead of colon. Coal isn't as smelly and only slightly more messy. Plus, to "put colon in your stocking" is laced with way more innuendo than I'm comfortable with.

He probably changed his mind again about asking for an iPhone 4S or a Galaxy Nexus for Christmas.

This sums up Christmas morning for at least 30 people.

Either her mood turned on a dime, or she was too filled with rage to remember to update her mass texting list.

The delight on 5-year-old Timmy's face at having his picture taken will only be matched by his crushing disappointment when he finds out his idiot cousin was just checking his idiot blog.

Text the halls with icons of emotions!