You know what the saddest part of Christmas is to me? Listening to Michael Jackson sing, “I Saw Mommy Kissing Santa Claus”. Not only did Michael Jackson leave us this year, but there’s a part in the song where he’s like, “I better go tell my dad I saw Mommy kissing Santa Claus.” And as a listener, you’re like, “There’s no way this’ll end well.” And look, giant robots.
There’s no rhyme or reason for gigantic robots, only the fact that gigantic robots are always appreciated. And it’s Christmastime. So these giant robots will wish you a Merry Christmas. Perhaps. Or they’ll kill you. One or the other. They’re two sides of the same coin, really, wishing you holiday greetings and threatening your life. Construction on the robots has started in the Ukraine and as of yet, no explanation has been given for their erection.
So if you’re drinking Christmas wine this morning, and somebody happens to mention Gundam, or Optimus Prime, or any other form of giant robots, you can look at them and say, “You know, they’re building them in the Ukraine.” Then stare off into space and say nothing. I’ve done that more times with the family than I can count.
Comments
Gokemidoro
December 26th, 2009 - 9:34:36 PM
Wow! bender on steroids? At Christmas time! I dunno Optimus, you got competition, now! Only one thing, was the part about no explanation of their erections an editorial error? For the life of me, I can't see a Saturn 5 sticking out of his "pants" anywhere in the picture.
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