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Title: What I Did on My Christmas Vacation by Dean Winchester, age 29
Rating: PG-13
Fandom: Supernatural
Pairing: Sam/Dean
Notes: Yeah... I got nothin'. For
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What I Did on My Christmas Vacation by Dean Winchester, age 29:
Snowmen. Why would anyone with half a brain want a snowman to come to life? They're freezing-ass ghouls who'll swallow you whole and come the thaw, there's Daddy's frost-bit corpse on the front lawn. Rock salt and matches work okay but next year? Flamethrower, man.

Flying Reindeer. Not natural. I don't care what Rankin-Bass says. Only a moron would enchant a tin of candy reindeer corn and feed it to an already pissed-off petting zoo inmate. The claws and fangs that sprouted along with the wings (The hell? Nobody ever mentioned wings!) just made it that much more pissed off.

Animated Lawn Santas. What is with this town? Stop with the charms and hocus-pocus already! Inflatable Kris Kringle hit on all the soccer moms at the "Picture with Santa", wrecked a cookie exchange, and then drank his way through three office parties and the spiked punch at the Community Center sing-along. And you don't want to know what it smelled like when he deflated.

Yule Logs. Not the kind on tv. Hohos for grownups. Awesome, dude! Just avoid the freaky-creepy ones with gnomes or fake mushrooms as decoration.

Sammy.

Rating: PG-13
Fandom: Supernatural
Pairing: Sam/Dean
Notes: Yeah... I got nothin'. For
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What I Did on My Christmas Vacation by Dean Winchester, age 29:
Snowmen. Why would anyone with half a brain want a snowman to come to life? They're freezing-ass ghouls who'll swallow you whole and come the thaw, there's Daddy's frost-bit corpse on the front lawn. Rock salt and matches work okay but next year? Flamethrower, man.
Flying Reindeer. Not natural. I don't care what Rankin-Bass says. Only a moron would enchant a tin of candy reindeer corn and feed it to an already pissed-off petting zoo inmate. The claws and fangs that sprouted along with the wings (The hell? Nobody ever mentioned wings!) just made it that much more pissed off.
Animated Lawn Santas. What is with this town? Stop with the charms and hocus-pocus already! Inflatable Kris Kringle hit on all the soccer moms at the "Picture with Santa", wrecked a cookie exchange, and then drank his way through three office parties and the spiked punch at the Community Center sing-along. And you don't want to know what it smelled like when he deflated.
Yule Logs. Not the kind on tv. Hohos for grownups. Awesome, dude! Just avoid the freaky-creepy ones with gnomes or fake mushrooms as decoration.
Sammy.
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Date: 2008-12-06 01:07 pm (UTC)*applauds*
Inspired! Hilarious! ;->
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Date: 2008-12-10 11:39 pm (UTC)And to think I did it all sober!
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Date: 2008-12-06 10:14 pm (UTC)LOVE YOUR BRAIN.
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Date: 2008-12-10 11:41 pm (UTC)Really.
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Date: 2008-12-06 11:14 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-12-10 11:42 pm (UTC)And you've pretty much summed up my Supernatural experience. I just change the inflection as needed.
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