The Spencer Spirit of an Awesome Christmas

[dial_a_psychic]

Wanna know what the Spenstar has got you for Christmas? Leave a comment and the Spirit itself will reveal what he's specially chose for you. ATTENTION! No bad boys or girls discrimination allowed. The naughty ones deserve love too, specially naughty chicks.

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[lipstickcat]

*kinda drunk mun threadjacking* Whatcha got me??? XD

[dial_a_psychic]

The Spencer Spirit of Awesome Christmas does not care about your drunk state. Mostly because being drunk in Christmas is always awesome. He and the rest of his pagan God bros think you deserve this: This zombie tiger soft toy and a two days old chicken beef taco, in a wrapper in the shape of a limping swan.

[lipstickcat]

The taco sounds very good right now. Sambuca is strong! XD Zombie teddy has fluffy guts!! XD But why does he look so angry? D:

[dial_a_psychic]

Speaking of Sambuca and not sharing isn´t very Christmasy on your behalf. The zombie tiger teddy is probably pissed because no one is celebrating his birthday today. He blames the media.

[det_lassiter]

... I suppose you got me something novel and possibly offensive?

[dial_a_psychic]

Not a novel, who wants books for Christmas, Lassie?? This kid definitely knows how to deal with them...

Anyway! Your present!! Like most Christmas special, our special and your present gives an important and valuable lesson:

[jasmine_shassie]

shouldn't zombiee squirrels feast on brains? XD

[dial_a_psychic]

Nuts are more nutritive. Specially Lassie's.

[jasmine_shassie]

There's no way i'm cracking that box with my head Shawny i'll get laptop concussion XD wouldn't want that on xmas

[jasmine_shassie]

i too will sit with you...in spirit, like a tiny wood nymph.

[dial_a_psychic]

Whoa! Aren't your fingers burning?

We don't really celebrate boxing day over here, but I know that if we did, I would totally make it my personal campaign to arrange free boxing for every boxing day. Throwing the candy at Lassie? Why not? He looked like he wanted to suck on something really badly.

I usually steal his peanut butter every Tuesday, and I leave him notes written in lipstick on his mirror. I haven't mentioned babies yet, that would be weird.

What my Dad wrote is a national Spencer secret, if I revealed that he would have to kill me. But let me tell you, at least three that the words you guessed there were correct.

Aaaand now, this is what I got you for Christmas. One of Lassie's ugly ties, straight out of his closet!

[not_the_rodent]

Did you recieve my token of festive esteem, Shawn?

*coughs*

[dial_a_psychic]

Dude, I totally did!! I still wonder how you manage to guess my size, seriously! Very, very impressive.

I hope my gift arrives just in time to your cell. You know, as soon as I saw it I thought of you. Of coursse, I didn't get you the ski simulator, after all you're the rich guy, not me!

But I got you a nice hat for you to wear while you're working those fake skiies! :D

[not_the_rodent]

You'd be surprised how exact my eye for sizes is...

Well, thank you Shawn. That is a lovely, tasteful gift. My cell is so lonely and cold, I shall wear it and think of you.

Won't you visit and pull my cracker soon?

[dial_a_psychic]

Color me impressed with a squares pattern all over my chest! The time you got me those jeans? They fitted perfectly! But you guessed again!

That's exactly what I thought when I got it. Perhaps you'd also like a cuddly Xmas teddy bear to make you some company? Fuzzy friends shouldn't be striked out when you're as lonely and cold as you are right now.

Oh! That was for me to pull?? I thought you were just showiing off!

[going_fishing]

Have you figured out what I got you yet?

[dial_a_psychic]

Figured? It feels as if I had bought it myself.

But what about your gifts, old man? *comes bearing two boxes, a small one containing a gift certificate for a free meal at "The Drunk Lobster", in San Antonio, Texas. The second and bigger one has a small beer refrigerator*

[going_fishing]

Well, good, that's what I was going for.

Hmmm. *frowns and shakes the smaller box first* This one is a gift certificate for a free meal at "The Drunk Lobster", in San Antonio, Texas *smiles at Shawn. He saw the open web page on Shawn's laptop in the Psych office and the handwritten list of people Shawn needed to get gifts for next to it*

I... *he squeezes the solid box... He doesn't know...* A garden gnome?

[dial_a_psychic]

*finishes* ... Of course, it has that particular old smell to it.

*He does his best job at faking that his tight smile is a natural, I don't mind my Dad guessed this one, one* That was an easy one, almost obvious.

Nope! *raises his arms over his head* You're loosing it, Pops!!