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Yep, if there’s one thing I’ve learned in life, it’s that kids fucking hate Santa Claus. (cityrag)

And if making children cry sounds too good to be true, here’s some tips on entering the glamorous world of shopping mall Santas. (Slate)

Jossip has this great new feature, Word of the Day, where they conjoin a Webster’s dictionary definition with a celebrity photo. Awesome idea! Someone should devote an entire blog to it. (Jossip)

Or we could just show them how a professional gets it done. (WIMB)

Mrs. Hutt was caught trying to kill Jabba. You know, it’s sad — because it’s the little Salacious Crumbs who are going to end up suffering the most. (QuizLaw)

Ahh, c’mon. Like we were ever really supposed to believe Bill Clinton wants any part of that woman of his becoming president? (ASWOBA)

Somebody figured out John Travolta was too big of a turd for even the Dallas movie. (IDLYITW)

Well, if they can’t use film clips at the Oscars, I’m sure it won’t be too hard to fill in the time with more preening and self congratulations. (Film Experience)

As always, nothing but the most respectable behavior from an esteemed professional like Tara Reid. (Yeeeah!)

Does your Christmas tree look like a “limp dick?” Well, finally there’s a place where jerks like you can get decent Christmas shit — after the jump.

Pajiba Love | December 18, 2007 | Comments (5)


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So is Tara Reid the new anorexic-starletard or something?

Posted by: Kris at December 18, 2007 4:00 PM

oh kris, where have you been? can i go there? please? it seems so nice.

Posted by: kb at December 18, 2007 5:28 PM

Yeah, yeah, American Pie and public drunkenness, but isn't she usually bloated, not skeletal? And no you can't come here, we shoot tourists.

Posted by: Kris at December 18, 2007 10:14 PM

i shot a tourist once. found out he wasn't entirely dead when i tried to have him mounted and stuffed to hang over the fireplace.
moral of the story? clean shot to the head, folks.

at this point, with fingers bleeding from wrapping prezzies and curling ribbon, i think i'd just about shoot 8 tiny reindeer if they frickin' wake me up tonight.

but i heart you, litely.

bah, humbug.

Posted by: bionic bunny at December 19, 2007 2:54 AM

Yes, it takes a Star Wars reference of the highest caliber to de-lurk me. But Salacious Crumb! Too good to go unacknowledged.

Posted by: Tyranthesaurus at December 19, 2007 1:35 PM