All I want for Christmas is …
… to stop turning on the news and hearing about the border wall or about the Mueller investigation.
Just build the damn wall or don’t build the damn wall. Just impeach Trump or don’t impeach him. But good lord, don’t drag this crap on and on for another year.
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… to get to the bottom of all of the congressional sex scandals, or to get to the bottom of none of them.
If you’re going to hammer Trump for his transgressions with Stormy and Karen and whoever, then we also need to find out which congressmen couldn’t keep their pants zipped and then used taxpayer dollars from a slush fund to pay out hush money.
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I’m not going to get any of that for Christmas.
It’s going to be a crappy Christmas.
If you don’t believe that already, there is this heartwarming tidbit:
Ho, ho, ho.
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God help me but … were you to ask me to name my favorite Christmas song, I might have to say … (gaaarrrggghhh!) … “My Only Wish (This Year)” by Britney Spears.
It’s catchy. It doesn’t get played to death. I like it. So shoot me.
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