How Jesus Ruined Christmas

Every Christmas, my darling sister Lindy gives me and my sis Kacie charming token gifts from a West Hollywood gas station. Usually part of the appeal is opening them in front of our parents, so that they can share the delight in naked body builder lighters and xxx-mas cards that say "someone's blowing Santa Clause."

Last year it was this refrigerator magnet. When mom saw it, she lost her marbles. We/Lindy had hurt her very deeply and worse, hurt Jesus. Sis boned out for about 3 hours and we were afraid she wasn't coming back for Christmas brunch. It wasn't pretty, but I still think it was worth it.

I personally really like Gay J.