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12 More Rules for Christmas

Hey all, it's that time again. You know, with the misletoe and every thing. Presents and all, there are some things to get really excited for. World peace, snuggling the last piece of the blueberry pie, the whole she-bang. But if anyone remembers our rules from last year, I've got a continuation for you all.

1) Don't believe fucking Kays/Jared/InsertJewelryStoreHere. Cheap is the way to go. Valentine's Day is right around the corner, so save your wallet the trouble and get something thoughtful rather than expensive for your significant other. If you don't have a significant other, pour out some of your drink to bless those homies who do. Because we all know what happens if they fuck up on Christmas.

2) Ham is a must. Christmas without ham is like sex with your grandmother. Bland, lifeless, and frankly, shouldn't be happening.

3) Stock up on Egg Nog. Enough said.

4) For every time you pass a Christmas cartoon on the television for something else, have a drink. If you willing sit through one, drink TWO.

5) Thoughtful cards fucking blow. Funny cards only.

6) This year's Christmas Beer is Rolling Rock. Cheap and tastes good.

7) It's mandatory to have an inflatable snowman on your front lawn.

8) The only candy canes worth buying are the sweet ones.

9) Ask for Borderlands. Yes, it delivers.

10) Have sex on Christmas Eve. Who cares if you have kids.

11) For the children, make sure to tell them that Santa Claus isn't real.

12) WOO YANKEES CHAMPIONSHIP. Suck it haters.

And as always, this song is *still* the best Christmas song.