The True Meaning Of Christmas
Despite the phony baloney mewlings of O'Reilly and all the rest, it mostly came down to this, didn't it? Don't look at me. I stayed home alone in Venice and watched a French movie on Christmas eve, and spent Christmas day writing. Still, it didn't stop me from saying Merry Christmas to all the people who believe in "virgin birth," or, at the very least, are seasonally propping up the economy in the name of religion.
Cridolo he loves the Ross! Most of my clothes comes from Ross... These are MY PEOPLE. Most of 'em are kinda poor, relatively speaking. Even the ones who speak English. So if they care enough to leave the merchandise overturned like that, it's because they really, really needed to find a bargain in a hurry. And remember it was the holiday, so they were working to find GIFTS.
Robinson's/May looks just as ugly after their sale days, adn those people got credit cards.
Crid at January 4, 2006 9:33 AM
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