And ugly Christmas sweater parties. Hats off to who ever thought up that idea. I love capitalism.

A sea of old women, countless in number, all waiting until the day after thanksgiving, so they can break out their musky collection of Christmas sweaters. And then apparently somebody in a smoke filled room somewhere, came up with a brilliant plan to sell more gaudy sweaters to a brand new generation. Up until that very moment, those little ladies had no idea how hideous those sweaters were and I swear, I don’t think that they know until this very day. Nobody told them and the cats will never let on, but they know.

In my mind I can see it all playing out in the Sweater boardroom. And just like that, through clever marketing, a new event was created that included every age group, except the one it already had… Ugly sweater parties.

And everything would have been fine but for one small thing.

The women dragged the men into this abomination.

Honestly, we were just as helpless as the cats. The dogs too, come to think of it. They hate those little outfits they are forced to wear just as bad as we hate those awful sweaters, but we all play along. It’s better that way I guess.

I’m glad men don’t get suckered into things like that. Corporate boardrooms don’t have any power over men, and I’m glad too because my Xbox keeps me pretty busy. That and my Harley. I love my leather jacket. I even got my wife one.

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