Holy Spirit Encounter & Pie Fry - Horrible Holiday Christening

Hello Christmas tree, we meet again you son of a bitch!

Hi guys. I live next door to the Catholic Diocese now. Turns out that is not the same as finding Jesus… but I did find ELVIS! He lives downstairs. Oh yeah, I moved into my own place. A Horrible Christening is in order. TIME FOR SOME PEOPLE TO FUCK UNDER THE MISTLETOE!

I want holy spirits inside me, so everyone bring a bottle of alcohol. Do not bring Frankencince. Do not bring Myrrh. Do not bring your baby. A bottle of alcohol is literally the ONLY requirement. It’s like a “favorite things” party except with liquor. We’re trying to ruin Christmas here, so lets be creative and try new things. Try to "grow as people" or whatever.

But getting everyone I hate into the same room is not enough to ruin Christmas. We’re also going to play CAH and test out the Horrible Cards. Also, I’m spray painting a pineapple because anything can be a Christmas tree if you argue around it enough.

We’re going to feed you. And by “we” I mean Wesley. I told him to make us a Monk Fish Turducken. He says he doesn’t know what that is so I'm mad at him now… but he will make something with cheese for sure. Hopefully that casserole dish we’ve had soaking in the sink since last Thanksgiving will be clean by then. Also, WE WILL DEEP FRY PIE! HOT PIE WILL BE IN YO MOUTH! Need I say more?

We will meet on the bar patio in the Rita Suites at 5PM. (344 E Desert Inn Rd.) Daylight savings is over so it will be dark and creepy AF by then. After everyone arrives I will escort you all on foot to my place and we will commence the horrible festivities. This is to prevent you from reporting our location and because there is no gate code. You have to be manually admitted to 1963. I know, it's creepy as fuck right!?

PS: That thing about Elvis living downstairs is not a joke. I think I’m actually a ghost and I just don’t know it.