Chrismas Music!

Meanie: You can't always get what you want. But if you try sometimes, you just might fight that you open yourself up to ridicule and humiliation.

Monger of War: Five golden rings; four French hens; three Turtle Doves; two calling birds; and then the debt collector shows up and takes your Lexus on Christmas Eve with your child's new doll house still in the trunk.

Monger of War: Frosty the Snowman, had to hurry on his way. But he waved "Good-bye" saying don't you cry, if I don't get some money for my fix I'm going to sell you all into the sex trade.

Monger of War I'm dreaming of a white Christmas, just like the ones I used to know. Where the treetops glisten and children listen to hear the Five-0 so daddy doesn't get caught selling crack while on probation. Again.

Meanie: Heh. You're good at these!

Monger of War: I've got the Christmas Spirit!

Meanie: I guess we've found a genre where you know the lyrics!

Monger of War: Plus I'm listening to Christmas music.

Meanie: Rudoplh the Red Nosed Rheindeer had a very shiny nose. And if you ever saw it, you would hire him on the spot, because he's worth TONS of Affirmative Action quota points!

Monger of War: Baby Jesus (pa-rump-a-bum-bum), I am a poor boy too, (pa-rump-a-bum-bum), I have no gift to bring (pa-rump-a-bum-bum), because I pawned all my stuff for my new 24-inch spinners. Like them?

Monger of War: We three kind of Orient are bearing gifts, we travelled so far. Field and fountain, moor and mountain, Greyhound can get you pretty much anywhere for $49....

Meanie: We should write an original carol. Something along the lines of, "God knocked-up Mary for all our sins"

Monger of War: LOL! We're so going to hell.