Happy Christmas Eve from Bottle of Beef

Hello, friends. Compy here. While Bottle's doing his Frank Sinatra impersonating the Burger King impression (having Christmas his way), the r3st of us here at Bottle of Beef wanted to extend our best wishes this holiday season by assembling a few of our favorite Bottlisms. So, here's your Christmas Eve present in no particular order:

- Who says you're not allowed to suck, and why am i not allowed to enjoy it?

- What good is winning if you still have to sit in the same room with all the losers?

- This all sounds suspiciously like a group of people who aren't friends anymore.

And last but not least, the quintessential question resonating through the universe, asked in every possible way with every possible inflection and accompanied by the smirkiest of smirks, completely off-kilter on every occasion:

- What the hell am i listening to?

Don't tell him, but we got him a present with his name on it, properly spelled in all caps just the way he likes it:

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