December 13, 2011 | 0 Comments
Santana: Homeless will be homeless for awhile, that’s sort of the problem.
Santana: Homeless will be homeless for awhile, that’s sort of the problem.
Rachel: You gave me a dead pig for Christmas. Finn: It’s not dead yet. You gotta get it fat first.
Rachel: Where’s my bling?
Artie: It’s not about your ears. It’s about your song. It makes me wanna kill myself.
Santana: That song was so depressing. I may actually be dead right now.
Sue: I made plans to shoot reindeer from my helicopter with Sarah Palin, but she canceled. Apparently Todd gets fussy when she misses his…
Sue: Christmas is a time for forgiveness. I have decided to forgive you for having no talent and ruining the American songbook, one…
Finn: Holy crap. I’m dating Kim Kardashian.
Finn: All I want for Christmas is you. Rachel: All I want for Christmas is you, too. And five things on that list.
Santana: It was that damn Trouty Mouth! Even I felt a little something in my lady loins when he did that magic sex dance.