The Daily Dumb 12-24-2010

A transvestite from Lyford-By-Tyme Who was in court for a horrific crime, Said, “Your honour, oh no! It cannot be so, For I was a broad at the time.”

Merry Xmas my minions. Hope you have a great one. -The DumbMaster It’s that time of year again. Charlie Brown Kwanzaa bitches!
Wheels are for sissies.
That’s thuggin’ on a bike.
Break’s top 10 fails of 2010.
Geeky snowflakes.
Super mario xmas.
5 ridiculous things you probably believe about Islam.
The n64 kid reminds us of what grateful children look like.
I want to find this kid and buy him a present. He deserves it.
Microwave + rake.
Alf you racist bastard.
Bird is gettin’ funky.
Owl practice.
The hangover gone drama.
Protect and serve my ass.
Cool trick play.
Bartender with the epic save.
Football fags fight like pussies.
Because advertising a free ass fucking is “gangsta.” Pffffffft
Canine sanitation engineer.
Tequila suicide.
Minty the candy cane game from Conan O Brien.
Nostalgia Critic: Drop Dead Fred. One particular Christmas season a long time ago, Santa was getting ready for is annual trip, but there were problems everywhere. Four of his elves got sick, and the trainee elves did not produce the toys as fast as the regular ones so Santa was beginning to feel the pressure of being behind schedule. Then Mrs. Claus told Santa that her mom was coming to visit. This stressed Santa even more. Original Bad Santa with Axe When he went to harness the reindeer, he found that three of them were about to give birth and two had jumped the fence and were out, heaven knows where. More stress. Then when he began to load the sleigh one of the boards cracked, and the toy bag fell to the ground and scattered the toys. So, frustrated, Santa went into the house for a cup of apple cider and a shot of rum. When he went to the cupboard, he discovered that the elves had hidden the liquor, and there was nothing to drink. In his frustration, he accidentally dropped the cider pot, and it broke into hundreds of little pieces all over the kitchen floor. He went to get the broom and found that mice had eaten the straw end of the broom. Just then the doorbell rang, and irritable Santa trudged to the door. He opened the door, and there was a little angel with a great Christmas tree. The angel said, very cheerfully, “Merry Christmas, Santa. Isn’t it a lovely day? I have a beautiful tree for you. Where would you like me to stick it?” Thus began the tradition of the little angel on top of the Christmas tree.