The Fifth Day of Christmas Insults My Intelligence

The fifth thing at Christmas that has insulted me:

Five drunk fratboys

That's more like it.  The holidays are a time for partying.  (Arthur Browne created this image.  Art likes monkeys, probably because he claims to be a monkey.  You can see more monkeys on his blog, Pouring My Art Out.)

That’s more like it. The holidays are a time for partying. (Arthur Browne created this image. Art likes monkeys, probably because he claims to be a monkey. You can see more monkeys on his blog, Pouring My Art Out.)

Four weeks of church

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Church has wine.  Enough said.  (Thanks to James O’Neil at Memories of a Time for providing the image.  He also did the glasswork.)

 

Three Santas

(Photo credit: Josh Roulston)

The party never ends. (Photo credit: Josh Roulston)

Two tacky gifts

(Photo credit for original: Richard Huber)

If you’re drunk enough, these might work as the last romantic gift you ever give your significant other. (Photo credit for original: Richard Huber)

And the kid who wants a large breed

(Photo credit: Steve Harris)

This doesn’t always insult my intelligence.  When the “kid” is college-age and wants to scare away uncouth suitors…  (Photo credit: Steve Harris)

Blogger’s note: This is (obviously) a 12 part series.  All photos will have new captions in each post, so you’ll miss a lot if you only read day 12.  For all completed posts in this series, click on the “twelve days of Christmas” link below.

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