Deck the halls with bodies gory.

If you lived here you'd be dead already.

Even a burning building can be a fashion catwalk.

A red pill in blue tights.

A red-blooded blue blood.

Till death by blunt trauma do them part.

The seedy underbelly of TV that loves to show more than just the underbelly.

A real white-knucklehead race where hipsters brave loose cart wheels and snow to win.

So pug it be.

Heavy lies the boobs that wears the crown.