"Tramps Like Us" (the Christmas edition)

Much to my surprise (and considerable chagrin), my uncle's lying, scheming, two-timing slut of an on-again/off-again "girlfriend" showed up with him Christmas day.

I almost managed to make it through without comment to her, but there was one I just couldn't pass up...

She was wearing an obnoxious Christmas sweatshirt (redundant, I know), with "Ho Ho Ho" printed across the front. I pointed to that and said, "You know, the player's name usually goes on the back of the jersey."

I should've had the camera ready to capture that reaction.

Player, indeed.