The Christmas Loophole

Posted on January 16, 2018 by sungmokoo

The fake media called it a Christmas miracle. Consider this: the cruelest man who ever lived, boldly dives in front of a bullet intended for an eight-year-old Caucasian girl, sacrificing his life on Christmas day. Regardless of how horrendous he was the other 365 days this year, it was a leap year, this spontaneous change of heart on the day we celebrate Jesus Christ’s b-day, gave him redemption. He was hailed a hero. Amazing how one deed can change one’s wicked biography. The following tale from an alternate universe acts as an antithesis and it comes to you from the Christmas loophole.

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“I Was Made For Lovin’ You Through The Grapevine” by KISS Vs. MARVIN GAYE

Posted on January 15, 2018 by sungmokoo

Gaye-Kiss

Before there was Insane Clown Posse, GWAR and Donald Trump, America’s current president, there was Kiss. Today we study what happens when the world of glame (a combo of glamour and lame) band Kiss and too soulful Marvin Gaye converges.

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“I Heard It Through The Faith Grapevine” by GLADYS KNIGHT Vs. GEORGE MICHAEL

Posted on January 14, 2018 by sungmokoo

Gladys Knight-George Michael

One man trying to entertain himself is walking down the street listening to Gladys Knight & The Pips as loud as he possibly can on headphones. Another man is approaching him listening to George Michael on headphones. As often happens in these situations, they collide. One indignant man says, “You’ve got your Gladys Knight in my George Michael.” The other man slaps him hard across the face. True story.

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Stooge’s Christmas

Posted on January 13, 2018 by sungmokoo

A story about the two stooges on the right.

Larry Fine squinted, revealing all his age lines, 427 to be exact, as he limped out of the car and up the front steps. Each step made pain shoot sharply through his 70 year old body. “Ow, ow, ow!” one of his many catchphrases echoed through his mind. He tugged at the bottom part of his pant leg, it was clinging to his socks, not only was it static, it was annoying as all hell. It was Christmas in L.A., 65 degrees and sunny, not that it mattered. Ask anyone and they will tell you that Larry Fine was soberly Jewish through and through. He had still retained his curly kinky hair, and in this light, it looked like two ragged tumbleweeds attached to the side of a perfectly decent bald head.

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