Jimbo and the Christmas Tree.
Tree: Yo.
Jimbo: What is it?
Tree: Waddya say ya turn my lights on?
Jimbo: I will, the next time I get up.
Tree: So, when do you plan on getting up again?
Jimbo: In a little while.
Tree: Sure. I get it. On Christmas Eve and Christmas day my lights were on all the time. Christmas is over, and now I’m chopped liver?
Jimbo: Dammit, can’t you see that I’m trying to read here?
Tree: DON’T TASE ME, BRO! DON’T TASE ME, BRO!
Jimbo: [Puts book down, gets up and turns on lights]. There! Are you happy now?
Tree: I really didn’t think you’d TASE me, Bro.
Jimbo: Oy!
So we’re talking to the TREE, now, are we? Mmmmkay.
I like the way it said “yo.”
Uhhh, we’re just keeping our tree ON from now until the day after NY. Now THAT’s laziness.
Meanwhile, we are playing fun lazy-people games like “It’s YOUR turn to go empty the ROOMBA and re-start it.”
Comment by dogette — December 27, 2007 @ 12:24 pm
Looks like the Assrobians™ aren’t the only ones smoking Dogette’s Green Roses. Are you sure it’s not a Lava Lamp that you’re possibly mistaking for a Giant Talking Christmas Tree…with a Jersey accent? Another possibility: Could Junior have made some highly noxious pee-pees in the punchbowl?
Comment by Erica — December 27, 2007 @ 12:37 pm
So did the tree let you read in peace after this little interlude? I mean, if I do decide to get a tree next year – now I’m gonna worry that the thing will talk me to death… Scary thought. *grin*
Comment by Teresa — December 27, 2007 @ 12:40 pm
“DON’T TASE ME BRO!” BWAAAAHHH!!!
Just so you know, there is some sody-pop and chips sprayed on the monitor now. Oh, and since I have a slightly runny nose, there’s a bit of snot on the keyboard too.
Comment by Dave S. — December 27, 2007 @ 3:10 pm
… I feel you, man…. I talk to my tree all the time… unfortunately, it just doesnt talk back…
Comment by Eric — December 27, 2007 @ 5:08 pm
“I talk to my tree all the time… unfortunately, it just doesnt talk back…”
Mine does…. Bwahahahahahaha! Must be that damned Kahlua again. 🙂
Comment by Jerry — December 27, 2007 @ 8:34 pm
Damn, Jerry. I drink Black Russians all the time and I have never once been spoken to by a tree, Christmas or otherwise. Must be that Hoosier-grown corn squeezins variety of Kahlua that you can only get special in Indiana.
Comment by Erica — December 27, 2007 @ 9:27 pm
You got the wrong Jerry. 🙂
Jimbo
Comment by Jim — December 27, 2007 @ 10:37 pm
DUDE I have a remote control for my tree! Whoopee! On.. Off… On… Off… On…
Comment by Mike R. — December 28, 2007 @ 3:29 am
Ummm… a timer works! 😉
Comment by Bou — December 28, 2007 @ 10:15 pm