Colour sky rose carmethene…
Just in case this is our last post before the Federally-Sanctioned All-Purpose Deity-Neutral American Winter Holiday, we here at moosedenied would like to take this opportunity to wish you all a merry Christmas, a happy Hanukkah, a kwaaaazy Kwanzaa, a tip-top Tet, and a solemn, dignified Ramadan.
We wanted to get you all something to commemorate this, the holiest of consumer orgies, but then we realized what a huge pain in the ass that would be. And we’d resent the ass pain, and then it would be something you really didn’t want, and we’d see through your less-than-jubilant reaction, and then we’d resent that too. And then you’d resent us for the poor choice of gift, and resent our resentment, and we’d all just end up screaming "WHAT DO YOU WANT FROM ME?!?!?" through our tears. Screw all that.
So instead, enjoy this here nugget of YouTube goodness, which features a young Stephen Colbert finding out that there may not be an "I" in team, but there’s no "You" in team either. Leaders are like eagles. But Troy is not an eagle. He’s a parrot.
And for lagniappe, here’s the trippiest Donovan song ever…
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December 22nd, 2007 at 7:28 pm
Damned hippie.
December 23rd, 2007 at 9:31 am
Sunday morning. The kind of Sunday morning you knew would be coming.
Poetry in progress.
December 24th, 2007 at 2:43 am
You can’t go wrong with diamonds.
December 24th, 2007 at 12:35 pm
Top 3 > 7-8 Saints.
December 24th, 2007 at 2:23 pm
I am jizzing all over myself in anticipation of a glorious Christmas feast. I may even eat wreath.
December 24th, 2007 at 2:27 pm
How do you like my Oklahoma/LSU/17th St. Canal Levee defense, beeyatches?
Wait till you see what I have in store for Chicago . .
No blitzes, Jason David playing soft coverages, chaining cannonballs to Will Smith’s ankles . . .
The Bears will never know what (didn’t) hit ‘em.