December 3, 2011

1983 not only spawned me, but the world was bestowed with another enduring bundle of joy. Mother Hollywood shot out A Christmas Story that year, gracing us with the joys of leg lamps, triple dog dares and pellet guns. With tongues frozen to metal poles, dogs eating the Christmas turkey and ‘oh fudge!,’ but not, being uttered all over the world, it’s really not a surprise that A Christmas Story has remained a classic. And plays for 24 hours straight at Christmas. I love the movie, but that’s a little much. Fa ra ra ra ra, ra ra ra ra!

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