Scene: Dining at casual restaurant, listening to HORRIFIC Christmas tunes.
Me: They really should have stopped allowing people to write new Christmas songs once Mariah Carey did "All I Want For Christmas is You," for it cannot be topped.
Him: It was really her peak.
Me: Yes, in both musical capabilities and physical perfection.
Him: God, this song is terrible. All it is is "HOME FOR CHRISTMAS" over and over again.
Me: Basically.
Me: You know what's weird? Bells on bobtails ring? What? Who puts bells on bobtails? That's just fucking ridiculous.
Him: And what is this shit? (Some other horrible song comes on with the EXACT SAME REFRAIN- EVERYBODY'S HOME FOR CHRISTMAS).
Him: I'm going to just write a Christmas song right now. It's easy.
Him: That Guy I Went to High School With is Home For Christmas.
Him: I saw your cousin at the grocery store. He's home for Christmas.
Him: That girl I went to Junior Prom with is home for Christmas. She got fat. I'd still hit that.
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