A few days ago, a loyal reader sent us some pictures of this house in South OKC. The house, to be more specific, is located in the “Haystack in Countryplace subdivision, between May & Penn.”
Yeah. I don’t know about you, but the last time I saw a peace sign that big I was hallucinating off magic mushrooms at Piedmont Lake. Seriously, if you look close enough, you can see pot smoke spew from the chimney with great care.
Anyway, I know that Christmas is supposed to be a time of peace and happiness, but these hippies are taking things too far. Peace signs are for John Lennon, not Christmas lights. That’s why I prefer to celebrate my Christmases with church-going Republicans. Not only do they make sure the season is filled with rampant consumerism, but they also give us nativity scenes, Santa’s sleigh and binge drinking at company Christmas parties. There are no cheesy peace signs when you hang with them. And that’s exactly how it should be.
Without hijacking this and demanding TLO focus on a relevant embarrassing event for Oklahoma, I will say that this well executed roof peace sign (you know how hard it is to make a perfect circle of lights on a sloped roof? Geesh!) makes me want to yell “BOOMER” at passers-by so that they cannot appreciate the significance of passing the giant peace sign and instead are concerned with what an ass I am. BOOMER! So instead of aid to Darfur (BOOMER!) the peace sign just makes them (BOOMER!) want to ignore all things Oklahoma. BOOMER!
Merry Christmas, the war is over?
@ymi17- So we are to assume you have TRIED to form a perfect circle with Christmas lights and failed, or this is your house? Either way– Irony is a literary or rhetorical device, in which there is an incongruity or discordance between what a speaker or a writer says; and what he or she means, or is generally understood.
Wait, wait, there was an ironic purpose for this article? I couldn’t concentrate hard enough to tell, someone was following me around yelling “Boomer.”
When I got home from the grocery store, i set my 2 liter sodas on the porch for a couple of hours. That way, i didn’t have to use my refrigerator to cool them down. I guess i’m going green now, just like those hippies wasting electricity for their peace sign.
I’m serious, ya’ll. I got my money on Patrick takin’ home the “Hater of Year” award this year. Boomer to you, Patrick. I think your next writing exercise should be titled “How to Hate Like A Pro”. First Patrick’s gotta hate on these kind (cough, cough) folks with their pretty lil’ xmas lights in the shape of a peace sign and then he gotta go hate on Billy. What’s next? Hatin’ on Salvation Army Bell Ringers?