I'll title this one, BigDov's Search For A Higher Truth & Enlightenment; OR The Search For The Spirit Of The Season
As I was driving in to work this morning, there's an office building for a local hotel chain that is just decorated to the nuts with lights. Of course, everybody's slamming their brakes on to gawk and get a good look at...... I on the other hand am cussing at the idiots who are doing this EVERY single day
But it did get me to thinking, "Is there more to the Spirit of the Season than gaudy lights, stupid overdone symbols and spending assloads of money every year?" I'm here to tell you that YES, there is.
I got to work, and knew in my heart what I must do, so I went to it.
I asked my good friend Apu Basilarakthoonari what his definition of the Spirit of the Season was. His answer to me- "In my native country, we roast camel nuts over an open fire and celebrate the season by taking our yearly communal bath." Well, thanks a lot Apu. He also told me that he believes that taking his picture would steal his soul, but I managed to sneak one anyway:
I sit in a cube with a lot of foot traffic going by, so I was able to snag my good friend Helmut VonKlaustenberg and ask him what he thought about the Spirit of the Season. You can see his reply; thanks a lot Helmut:
Not one to be easily discouraged, I waited for another hapless victim/friend to wander by. Unfortunately, the next passerby was my pal Jose Garcia Ramirez-Ramirez. I think my Hispanic brother is a little confused about how things work here. His answer- "WEESSTSIIIIYEEED YO!!!" I could do nothing but shake my head:
Well, at this point, I was starting to get the idea that maybe people just don't like this time of year anymore. I find it odd myself, but whatever. I was about to give up for the day, when Jason came by. Good old Jason. Steadfast pal of mine Jason. Honest opinion Jason. Fuckerball Jason, such hate:
cont,
As I was driving in to work this morning, there's an office building for a local hotel chain that is just decorated to the nuts with lights. Of course, everybody's slamming their brakes on to gawk and get a good look at...... I on the other hand am cussing at the idiots who are doing this EVERY single day
But it did get me to thinking, "Is there more to the Spirit of the Season than gaudy lights, stupid overdone symbols and spending assloads of money every year?" I'm here to tell you that YES, there is.
I got to work, and knew in my heart what I must do, so I went to it.
I asked my good friend Apu Basilarakthoonari what his definition of the Spirit of the Season was. His answer to me- "In my native country, we roast camel nuts over an open fire and celebrate the season by taking our yearly communal bath." Well, thanks a lot Apu. He also told me that he believes that taking his picture would steal his soul, but I managed to sneak one anyway:
I sit in a cube with a lot of foot traffic going by, so I was able to snag my good friend Helmut VonKlaustenberg and ask him what he thought about the Spirit of the Season. You can see his reply; thanks a lot Helmut:
Not one to be easily discouraged, I waited for another hapless victim/friend to wander by. Unfortunately, the next passerby was my pal Jose Garcia Ramirez-Ramirez. I think my Hispanic brother is a little confused about how things work here. His answer- "WEESSTSIIIIYEEED YO!!!" I could do nothing but shake my head:
Well, at this point, I was starting to get the idea that maybe people just don't like this time of year anymore. I find it odd myself, but whatever. I was about to give up for the day, when Jason came by. Good old Jason. Steadfast pal of mine Jason. Honest opinion Jason. Fuckerball Jason, such hate:
cont,