So much to look forward to.
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conjunction what’s your dysfunction, most assuredly so… .
Wish mom were here…
He’s definitely playing some kind of Dog shaped guitar…
They just learned Santa was not real
It’s Jim from the Office as a kid!
Brother is adorable…and he looks -almost- happy ._.
Dad’s got those groovy cowboy boots and brother has a nifty cowboy shirt, all I have is this stupid weiner dog.
My favorite part of this picture is the dog. He has a brave and noble face, like he is thinking: “For the good of the family, I will not bite her.”
I’m sooo sorry.
Just another Christmas at Aunt Marney’s. It would appear that Lisa is stressing that at some point she will be expected to be adult like after her nuptuals and contribute likewise. A life as a nun is suddenly appealing. She doesn’t know what a regulation size casserole dish is and this is frightening to her. Surely she would not be expected to replicate Marney’s cabbage rolls. It would seem that Brother Davy seems to have had some drastic side effect from the cabbage rolls surprising him and leaving dad in an apparent oxygen deprived near coma. All because someone brought an extra serving spoon covered in tinfoil
I recognize this form of rebellion. They fear Mom’s revenge if they outright refuse, but they will not give her the satisfaction of providing the picture memory she wants. It would just encourage more unwanted intrusion into their lives. (little Johnny got extra whip cream on his pumpkin pie as a reward for the eye contact)
I would give everything I own… give up my life, my heart, my home… I would give everything I own… just to have you… back again.
“What if?” questions plagued them all as they wondered “Did we bury Mom deep enough? What if a rainstorm washes away the cover . . .”
T’was the night before Christmas
And all through the house
Not a creature was smiling
Not even a wienerdog…
Is that an oven used for cremation where they are sitting?
“I’d better get those cha-cha heels I asked for….”
I hope the son’s name isn’t “Norman”. Just don’t take shower at that house….*shiver*
We saw Mommy kissing Santa Claus.
Their stockings were hung by the chimney with care. Unfortunately, they were empty on Christmas morning. So sad.
Grammaw decided that this year, no matter what, she was going to tell them that there is no Santa Claus.
Ahhh the seventies……we were emo before there was a word for it…..
there’s definitely some dog strangulation going on
That’s why the dog looks depressed! He can’t breathe!
Man, I am feeling a little depressed just looking at them! What a bummer of a Christmas!
boy am I glad I’m jewish.
I need a background story for this one!
Justin Bieber ain’t got nothin’ on that boy’s hair.
They’re at Marney’s house…
LOL. Perhaps these are the three that like turnips, and since the dish wasn’t filled to the edge, there wasn’t enough! Or worse, someone brought store brand ice cream!
And since none of them followed directions, they’re in timeout on the hearth! Maybe this is the Amy Misto family?
ROFL !!!! that is super, Stephanie !!!
AWESOME!!! Total LOL.
For the win!
She’s wearing the boyfriends class ring! Brings back memories……you don’t see that any more!
Oh I hated that! “OOOOH, did you see? Sheri is wearing Todd’s class ring!” Que…SQUEAL….
You knew it was really over when she gave you your ring back. Until the next day when you made up and you gave it back to her.
The very first Emo Christmas Party!
Looks like there might be one of those large 8mm lamps in the background to add mood lighting
they’re all contemplating the true meaning of christmas…
Where do you think you’re going? Nobody’s leaving. Nobody’s walking out on this fun, old-fashioned family Christmas. No, no. We’re all in this together. This is a full-blown, four-alarm holiday emergency here. We’re gonna press on, and we’re gonna have the hap, hap, happiest Christmas since Bing Crosby tap-danced with Danny f—ing Kaye. And when Santa squeezes his fat white a– down that chimney tonight, he’s gonna find the jolliest bunch of a——s this side of the nuthouse.
Don’t forget to wrap it all up with my favorite part: “Holy S–t, where’s the tylenol?”
Just Me, I love that line too. But it’s at the end of the I-want-Frank-Shirley-for-Christmas rant. Wrong spot!
Omg! that was awesome! Who doesn’t love Chevy Chase?!
Did grandma just get run over by a reindeer?
Is this a promo photo for the new holiday TV special, “An Ingmar Bergman Christmas?”
And now… “A Very Bergman Christmas.”
Oh Yay!!! Christmas in July!!! What no presents? Nevvvveerrr Miiinndddd.
Even the dog looks depressed…
That’s exactly what I was thinking, LOL!
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