I'm imagining bumping back the invasion by three months (as ill-conceived as it was, they totally could have) and then it's a constant battle of Brad being like, "THERE WILL BE NO CHRISTMAS MUSIC IN MY HUMVEE, RAY!"
And Ray hums just under his breath, "Dreidel Dreidel dreidel, I made it out of clay" and "Hava nagila (or however you spell it) just to piss Brad off.
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Date: 2008-12-31 07:01 am (UTC)And Ray hums just under his breath, "Dreidel Dreidel dreidel, I made it out of clay" and "Hava nagila (or however you spell it) just to piss Brad off.