If I hear one more mashed-up xmas carols mix-cd, I’m gonna puke all over your freakin’ hello-kitty-decorated christmas trees, OK?

Ah Joy of Christmas, this long awaited time of peace, harmony and crass commercialism…

But let’s not get overly negative. After all, I’ll take pachinko employees flyering in zebra-print santa uniforms any day over Walmart’s cheap plastic dancing santas and nauseating hallmark cards. And talking about Wal-Mart, I still have a hard time getting over this stupid news bit relating that walmart christmas sale’s stampede, about a week ago. Though the woman supposedly “badly injured” apparently turns out to be a serial-faker, I don’t think I could imagine a more degrading story to go with an injury. God: I’d sooner tell the medics how I accidentally burnt my nuts in a freak late-night naked arc-welding accident, rather than having to tell how I got trampled by a herd of middle-aged obese Floridian housewives while clutching at some discounted taiwanese DVD player, lying on the floor of the local walmart.

Well, according to the news, she recovered quickly and the gentle employees at walmart kept her one of the coveted discounted DVD player. I guess we all get the kind of heartwarming christmas stories we deserve…