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Are you garbage?
I once ruined Christmas because my-
You ruined this Christmas, what are you talking about?
Did I?
My brother got something that I didn't get, and I just kept playing with it.
It was a little jet, and I loved it, I was just playing with it.
For some reason, the tension between me and him, and me and him fighting over
it,
and this, like that, that my parents got into a big fight,
my dad, like, took off for his, you know, like, went out to get some air,
and I remember that year, my dad gave my mom a Lionel Richie record.
I can't remember who it was.
We're knocking boots after that.
Pictures were falling off the wall.
And makeup, sex was hot.
And the vibrator needed up there.
Big man was taking care of business.
No, but they got into a huge argument.
My mom was, like, upstairs, laying in bed, just listening to that record over
and over again,
and my dad was, like, out, like, shoveling snow.
Jeez.
Then we eventually came back together.
That's what it is about dysfunction and about crazy.
Is it makes the coming back together of the family that much sweeter.
No, you can just stay together.
You know what I mean?
No.
Yeah, that's insane.
You can just.
Be psychos.
Yeah, no.
Ruin Christmas.
That's the best Christmas ever.
I vow to it.
All right, this one's from Daddy.
Oh, so anyone related to a Santa at the mall?
That's a tough gig.
That's banned.
That guy usually drives a school bus during the regular time.
Yeah, he's always, like, piecing stuff together.
Oh, yeah.
We had, I've said this before.
It's like a CFL umpire.
You're not doing that full.
That's fucking part.
Yeah, you got a night gig.
We always used to do, we get a, we have a big Christmas party for the Sullivan
side of
the family, which is, like, hundreds of people.
And we all, like I've said, we get Santa.
And he died last year.
He would show up fucking bombed up.
At the house?
No, no, he would, we have to rent a hall in Bridesburg.
And he would show up, and he would show up tuned out of his mind.
You rent him for, like, an hour.
He comes in, you know, reeking of booze or whatever.
And he's like, he's got, like, the stains in his beard.
He's got, like, his pants are full.
You're like, dude, you don't have much long left.
Smell to a child was a big thing.
Oh, that's Sig breath or something.
Yeah.
That'll burn, that'll burn in your brain.
If you were going to convince me that you were Santa Claus, yeah, you had to
smell like
cookies or something like that.
I couldn't smell, I couldn't smell the walk and roll on you that you had for
lunch at
the fucking food court.
Purping up a lamb burger or something.
What is that, orange chicken?
What the fuck, man?
Just make with the Transformers, bozo.
Yeah, let's go.
What the fuck?
I didn't, as a kid, I loved Christmas, I loved Santa Claus, but I was petra.
I didn't sleep, because I didn't like somebody coming into the house in the
middle of the
night.
I swear to you, I don't know this guy.
I know.
The Easter Bunny, I would picture the Easter Bunny's face, just those big teeth,
like an
eight-foot rabbit in my fucking house.
Yeah.
I don't care how much candy you got.
Leave that shit out in the fucking garage.
Like I said, I caught my dad early on with the presents at, like, five or four
or something.
He was like, I'm helping Santa.
Like, it had to be early, because he was still in the, he was still, and my mom
was still
together, so I'd be like, three.
I'm helping Santa.
He's like, ah, I'm like, what are you, I'm like, are you?
Yeah, big scotch and soda man, huh?
Help fixing him a drink.
I'm like, what are you doing?
Why do you have presents?
He's like, I'm helping Santa.
I think I had already heard rumblings of like, yeah, he may or may not be real.
And this was like, you know, cold, hard facts.
I'm like, nah, I ain't buying this shit.
There's a lot of gossip in the dugout at the Little League games, you know what
I mean?
Well, it's like, once you stop believing in Santa, you don't also believe in
the Easter
Bunny, you know what I mean?
You don't like, still believe in anything else.
Oh, yeah, they fall like Western Europe, are you kidding me?
Dominoes.
Fucking out.
Yeah.
Dude, the neighbor kid, like the bad kid in my neighborhood, I remember we were
standing
on the sidewalk, he was drawing swear words in the dirt.
He was like four years older than me.
Fuck Santa.
Yeah, I was like eight years old, he looks at me, he just goes, Santa ain't
real, by the
way.
Smoking a cig.
He was.
Yeah.
Santa ain't real, pussy.
You getting off a chopper at Nam?
Go get me a pair of your sister's underwear.
I want to do a little sniffing.
That's fucking funny.
Um, let's see here.
We've talked about this, Brad G, are lottery tickets a part of your family's
holiday tradition?
Big at my house.
My stepdad will spend about a hundred bucks on scratchers.
For you, for people, individuals.
For like-
A hundred bucks a person.
Uh, I don't know, probably a hundred bucks, maybe two hundred bucks total.
It's like, you'll get like one ten, one five, and like three ones or ten, like
five ones.
Okay.
And like, me and my brother will get the same stack, like we'll just get like a
ten, a
five, and whatever.
Scratch, we're not talking about, he's not picking numbers, right?
No, we're not doing the fucking, you know, the daily pick four or whatever.
No, these are, these are cold hard scratchers.
I won $65, thanks.
Yeah.
Someone driving to the 7-Eleven.
Yeah.
I gotta go to a 7-Eleven in Warminster to redeem it.
Anybody going to Jersey today?
That's always trashy, too.
Bring back lottery, if the one state's got a hijack pot.
Well, they stopped doing, they're all like commingled now.
But back in the day, when the big jackpots, the Mega Millions was in Jersey.
We used to drive across for sure to go, yeah, let's go to Jersey.
Get a couple of fucking Mega Millie tickets.
Grab a Clark bar.
I had a couple of newspapers.
Yeah, scratchers are big, big.
And then that fucking dust is everywhere.
You got a quarter, you know.
It's a good time.
You get a hot quarter, though.
Yeah.
Gotta get the ridges.
Big ridge guy.
Figuring out the game.
All right, what do I got?
I want two cherries, I want a gold piece, I want a leprechaun.
What's this fucker doing?
What I do is even more trashy.
I just go right at the bottom to see what you want, which I don't know if they
do it anymore.
Oh, yeah.
I do that all to go right.
Yeah, I want to know what's at stake.
Whatever's in a parenthesis.
That's what used to be the Pennsylvania.
Whatever's in the parentheses.
Yeah.
This is what you want.
Because I used to work at the lottery desk or the photo desk at the Acme that
also sold lottery tickets.
So I'm well-versed in dirt bags.
You know what I mean?
Well, you know, you're very proud of your lottery ticket salesman days.
It's discussed a lot about the rolls, when the rolls are hot.
Well, it's all trash.
It's a trash.
It's not a classy activity, so it's all dirt bags.
You were kind of like a handicapper.
I was.
You were like making books.
It was like Rostean in there.
Same of the A's.
I can tell you whether the delivery guy's girlfriend was on Coke or not.
Oh, that's great.
All right.
This one's from Fat Boy Fatty.
First question, KJ.
Ever get all banged up at the family party, then go to Midnight Mass?
What was the mass situation for the Foley's?
Mass situation for the Foley's when we were in Wilkes-Barre was Midnight Mass.
Midnight's whatever.
Did you ever get hemmed up at a vigil?
What's a vigil?
A vigil?
Candlelight vigil?
No.
For who?
They do that.
Some of the Christmas masses are like the Christmas vigils.
Am I saying that right or wrong?
No, I don't think so.
A vigil.
Vigil.
You are correct.
Yeah, V-I-G-I-L.
Well, you hold up a candle.
Well, it was like a candle, but also some people get their Holy Communion.
Some people are getting confirmed.
It's like a Catholic extravaganza, dude.
The only time-
That's the shit my aunts pray for.
The only time in my family anybody was holding up a candle, fucking Steve Perry
was singing.
I'll tell you that right now.
He was belting out a ballad.
Your mom had her topple.
Sitting chicken on my dad's shoulders.
Sitting chicken.
Sitting chicken.
I love you.
Hey, Bon Jovi, get a load of these.
Please be 18.
It's too buried in my DMs to find, but someone DM'd me.
Do you have to enter your church address into the GPS on Christmas?
Someone sent that to me, too.
It means that you're so far out of the loop.
Ours was at the end of the block.
When we lived in Wilkes-Barre when I was a little kid, it was smaller.
It was Midnight Mass.
And then before that, we'd go to Aunt Mary Catherine's and get our little
presents there.
Nice.
It was real quiet and not solemn, but like, you know, it felt like the 50s when
I look back on it.
Yeah.
You know what I mean?
Up there.
But then when we moved down to Wilkes-Barre to Blue.
Well, I mean, it wasn't that far away, but yeah.
It was the 80s.
It felt like it was 2004 to me.
That is the 50s.
When we moved down to the-
78.
When we moved down to the suburbs, it was mass at like 5 on Christmas Eve.
And that was like, that was like, who's seeing who?
That was checking out the chicks and their Christmas stuff.
You know what I mean?
Girls that went to the Catholic school that didn't go to your school.
That would be a church.
You're checking them out.
Sure.
You're in the back hanging out, goofing around with your cousins, getting in
trouble.
Yeah.
Yeah.
We did that too.
Knocking down Hershey Kisses or something.
On Christmas Eve, we would all go to my aunt Karen's in Port Richmond.
And I think it's like, Philly, all the churches, or at least in that area of Philly,
all the
churches are like, um, region, like, they have like the German-Hungarian church,
the Polish
church, like all that shit.
We would go to the, I think we'd go to the German-Hungarian church.
I think that's what it was, or the Ukrainians, whatever the fuck it was, we
would go, and
it'd be like me and like 25 cousins, all from the age of like 14 to three.
Terrorizing.
And it was just May, I mean-
Dipping out before communion too.
Yeah.
I'm not sitting in that parking lot, tell you that.
Laughing, just the whole fucking night, people running out, catch a Bernie when
no one's
looking type thing.
Yeah, it was nice.
That was fantastic.
That was Christmas Eve, but then I don't go anymore.
I stopped going to Mass a while ago.
Yeah.
In college, it's like, what are we, what are we, I mean, what are we doing?
But while in college-
A midnight Mass is nice.
It's fun because you're all like, yeah, we're not supposed to be here, we all
came together.
Smell the incense, it's nice.
But, especially when you were in like, freshman in college or whatever, you
come back and you
see like all these people-
That's what I'm talking about.
You're like, oh, look at the-
That's what I'm talking about.
Look at the stems on blondie.
Yeah, no shit.
Yeah.
Look who developed, huh?
You got a nice pair of khakis and a fucking blue blazer on.
Yeah.
Fucking killing it.
Crush you, man.
Looking sharp.
Yeah.
I finally realized what you look like in that jacket.
You look like you sell used Christmas cheer.
On the 26th?
I got two.
You look like you visit lonely people on Christmas and try to make them seem
like everything's
okay.
Man, that was working.
But it just makes it worse.
I might visit that joke on Christmas.
Jacob Marley, huh?
Christmas Calvary.
Fair enough.
What?
The panic on your face that people wouldn't know what you were talking about.
Christmas Carol?
We all familiar with Dickens' work?
Popular poem.
All right, this one's from Gary.
Ever drink all the milk, and he spelled it milk.
Ever drink all the milk Christmas Eve for an excuse to go to the store
Christmas Day and
smoke pot?
I'm telling you, man.
That was big in those days of like, oh, you're playing chess, not chess.
You're fucking, hey, tomorrow we're out.
Someone's like, oh, we're out of taco season.
I'll go.
I'll go.
Like, no, no, no.
Don't make it.
I'll go.
I'll go.
We're out of mustard.
I'm on it.
Yeah, exactly.
I'll run to the store.
Don't worry about it.
I'm out there fucking catching heavy heaters, too.
Nice.
You know, that Wawa didn't have it.
I had to go down the street.
The Super Fresh.
They didn't have it.
Take a ride.
Take a toe.
Come back in the Christmas spirit.
Yeah.
I was always like, hey, why do you and Danny both have to go to pick up soda?
He's going to watch the car.
You know what I mean?
These guys at the beer distributor are getting real cute lately.
I just need some backup.
What would you do?
Hold on.
I'm holding.
I made fun of you.
You didn't open presents on Christmas Eve, did you?
We would open one present on Christmas Eve.
Right.
A little one.
Yeah.
I know you had to do it because your mom was working and all that stuff.
But that was when we were older.
Right.
As kids, it was Christmas morning.
Okay.
Like, until, like, junior high or high.
But, like, all, like, the.
There is people that, like, Christmas Eve is, like, the big thing.
Oh, then we sleep in and this, that.
What the fuck?
I can kind of, like, not because I do it.
But, like, I do think there is something a little more.
See, it's the edging that you like.
Well, that's what you like.
I think there is.
It seems like a personal problem.
The anticipation.
I do think.
I'm going to open these presents spit on me first, though.
Somebody hold my nose.
Now, who's going to call me a whore while I open these presents?
Because I've been a naughty, naughty boy.
You come down on assless chaps.
Ball gagging.
I'm ready for my stocking stuffers.
I'm ready for my stocking stuffers.

Santa ain't Real w/ Kippy & Foley - Are You Garbage Comedy Podcast Clip

Are you garbage?
I once ruined Christmas because my-
You ruined this Christmas, what are you talking about?
Did I?
My brother got something that I didn't get, and I just kept playing with it.
It was a little jet, and I loved it, I was just playing with it.
For some reason, the tension between me and him, and me and him fighting over
it,
and this, like that, that my parents got into a big fight,
my dad, like, took off for his, you know, like, went out to get some air,
and I remember that year, my dad gave my mom a Lionel Richie record.
I can't remember who it was.
We're knocking boots after that.
Pictures were falling off the wall.
And makeup, sex was hot.
And the vibrator needed up there.
Big man was taking care of business.
No, but they got into a huge argument.
My mom was, like, upstairs, laying in bed, just listening to that record over
and over again,
and my dad was, like, out, like, shoveling snow.
Jeez.
Then we eventually came back together.
That's what it is about dysfunction and about crazy.
Is it makes the coming back together of the family that much sweeter.
No, you can just stay together.
You know what I mean?
No.
Yeah, that's insane.
You can just.
Be psychos.
Yeah, no.
Ruin Christmas.
That's the best Christmas ever.
I vow to it.
All right, this one's from Daddy.
Oh, so anyone related to a Santa at the mall?
That's a tough gig.
That's banned.
That guy usually drives a school bus during the regular time.
Yeah, he's always, like, piecing stuff together.
Oh, yeah.
We had, I've said this before.
It's like a CFL umpire.
You're not doing that full.
That's fucking part.
Yeah, you got a night gig.
We always used to do, we get a, we have a big Christmas party for the Sullivan
side of
the family, which is, like, hundreds of people.
And we all, like I've said, we get Santa.
And he died last year.
He would show up fucking bombed up.
At the house?
No, no, he would, we have to rent a hall in Bridesburg.
And he would show up, and he would show up tuned out of his mind.
You rent him for, like, an hour.
He comes in, you know, reeking of booze or whatever.
And he's like, he's got, like, the stains in his beard.
He's got, like, his pants are full.
You're like, dude, you don't have much long left.
Smell to a child was a big thing.
Oh, that's Sig breath or something.
Yeah.
That'll burn, that'll burn in your brain.
If you were going to convince me that you were Santa Claus, yeah, you had to
smell like
cookies or something like that.
I couldn't smell, I couldn't smell the walk and roll on you that you had for
lunch at
the fucking food court.
Purping up a lamb burger or something.
What is that, orange chicken?
What the fuck, man?
Just make with the Transformers, bozo.
Yeah, let's go.
What the fuck?
I didn't, as a kid, I loved Christmas, I loved Santa Claus, but I was petra.
I didn't sleep, because I didn't like somebody coming into the house in the
middle of the
night.
I swear to you, I don't know this guy.
I know.
The Easter Bunny, I would picture the Easter Bunny's face, just those big teeth,
like an
eight-foot rabbit in my fucking house.
Yeah.
I don't care how much candy you got.
Leave that shit out in the fucking garage.
Like I said, I caught my dad early on with the presents at, like, five or four
or something.
He was like, I'm helping Santa.
Like, it had to be early, because he was still in the, he was still, and my mom
was still
together, so I'd be like, three.
I'm helping Santa.
He's like, ah, I'm like, what are you, I'm like, are you?
Yeah, big scotch and soda man, huh?
Help fixing him a drink.
I'm like, what are you doing?
Why do you have presents?
He's like, I'm helping Santa.
I think I had already heard rumblings of like, yeah, he may or may not be real.
And this was like, you know, cold, hard facts.
I'm like, nah, I ain't buying this shit.
There's a lot of gossip in the dugout at the Little League games, you know what
I mean?
Well, it's like, once you stop believing in Santa, you don't also believe in
the Easter
Bunny, you know what I mean?
You don't like, still believe in anything else.
Oh, yeah, they fall like Western Europe, are you kidding me?
Dominoes.
Fucking out.
Yeah.
Dude, the neighbor kid, like the bad kid in my neighborhood, I remember we were
standing
on the sidewalk, he was drawing swear words in the dirt.
He was like four years older than me.
Fuck Santa.
Yeah, I was like eight years old, he looks at me, he just goes, Santa ain't
real, by the
way.
Smoking a cig.
He was.
Yeah.
Santa ain't real, pussy.
You getting off a chopper at Nam?
Go get me a pair of your sister's underwear.
I want to do a little sniffing.
That's fucking funny.
Um, let's see here.
We've talked about this, Brad G, are lottery tickets a part of your family's
holiday tradition?
Big at my house.
My stepdad will spend about a hundred bucks on scratchers.
For you, for people, individuals.
For like-
A hundred bucks a person.
Uh, I don't know, probably a hundred bucks, maybe two hundred bucks total.
It's like, you'll get like one ten, one five, and like three ones or ten, like
five ones.
Okay.
And like, me and my brother will get the same stack, like we'll just get like a
ten, a
five, and whatever.
Scratch, we're not talking about, he's not picking numbers, right?
No, we're not doing the fucking, you know, the daily pick four or whatever.
No, these are, these are cold hard scratchers.
I won $65, thanks.
Yeah.
Someone driving to the 7-Eleven.
Yeah.
I gotta go to a 7-Eleven in Warminster to redeem it.
Anybody going to Jersey today?
That's always trashy, too.
Bring back lottery, if the one state's got a hijack pot.
Well, they stopped doing, they're all like commingled now.
But back in the day, when the big jackpots, the Mega Millions was in Jersey.
We used to drive across for sure to go, yeah, let's go to Jersey.
Get a couple of fucking Mega Millie tickets.
Grab a Clark bar.
I had a couple of newspapers.
Yeah, scratchers are big, big.
And then that fucking dust is everywhere.
You got a quarter, you know.
It's a good time.
You get a hot quarter, though.
Yeah.
Gotta get the ridges.
Big ridge guy.
Figuring out the game.
All right, what do I got?
I want two cherries, I want a gold piece, I want a leprechaun.
What's this fucker doing?
What I do is even more trashy.
I just go right at the bottom to see what you want, which I don't know if they
do it anymore.
Oh, yeah.
I do that all to go right.
Yeah, I want to know what's at stake.
Whatever's in a parenthesis.
That's what used to be the Pennsylvania.
Whatever's in the parentheses.
Yeah.
This is what you want.
Because I used to work at the lottery desk or the photo desk at the Acme that
also sold lottery tickets.
So I'm well-versed in dirt bags.
You know what I mean?
Well, you know, you're very proud of your lottery ticket salesman days.
It's discussed a lot about the rolls, when the rolls are hot.
Well, it's all trash.
It's a trash.
It's not a classy activity, so it's all dirt bags.
You were kind of like a handicapper.
I was.
You were like making books.
It was like Rostean in there.
Same of the A's.
I can tell you whether the delivery guy's girlfriend was on Coke or not.
Oh, that's great.
All right.
This one's from Fat Boy Fatty.
First question, KJ.
Ever get all banged up at the family party, then go to Midnight Mass?
What was the mass situation for the Foley's?
Mass situation for the Foley's when we were in Wilkes-Barre was Midnight Mass.
Midnight's whatever.
Did you ever get hemmed up at a vigil?
What's a vigil?
A vigil?
Candlelight vigil?
No.
For who?
They do that.
Some of the Christmas masses are like the Christmas vigils.
Am I saying that right or wrong?
No, I don't think so.
A vigil.
Vigil.
You are correct.
Yeah, V-I-G-I-L.
Well, you hold up a candle.
Well, it was like a candle, but also some people get their Holy Communion.
Some people are getting confirmed.
It's like a Catholic extravaganza, dude.
The only time-
That's the shit my aunts pray for.
The only time in my family anybody was holding up a candle, fucking Steve Perry
was singing.
I'll tell you that right now.
He was belting out a ballad.
Your mom had her topple.
Sitting chicken on my dad's shoulders.
Sitting chicken.
Sitting chicken.
I love you.
Hey, Bon Jovi, get a load of these.
Please be 18.
It's too buried in my DMs to find, but someone DM'd me.
Do you have to enter your church address into the GPS on Christmas?
Someone sent that to me, too.
It means that you're so far out of the loop.
Ours was at the end of the block.
When we lived in Wilkes-Barre when I was a little kid, it was smaller.
It was Midnight Mass.
And then before that, we'd go to Aunt Mary Catherine's and get our little
presents there.
Nice.
It was real quiet and not solemn, but like, you know, it felt like the 50s when
I look back on it.
Yeah.
You know what I mean?
Up there.
But then when we moved down to Wilkes-Barre to Blue.
Well, I mean, it wasn't that far away, but yeah.
It was the 80s.
It felt like it was 2004 to me.
That is the 50s.
When we moved down to the-
78.
When we moved down to the suburbs, it was mass at like 5 on Christmas Eve.
And that was like, that was like, who's seeing who?
That was checking out the chicks and their Christmas stuff.
You know what I mean?
Girls that went to the Catholic school that didn't go to your school.
That would be a church.
You're checking them out.
Sure.
You're in the back hanging out, goofing around with your cousins, getting in
trouble.
Yeah.
Yeah.
We did that too.
Knocking down Hershey Kisses or something.
On Christmas Eve, we would all go to my aunt Karen's in Port Richmond.
And I think it's like, Philly, all the churches, or at least in that area of Philly,
all the
churches are like, um, region, like, they have like the German-Hungarian church,
the Polish
church, like all that shit.
We would go to the, I think we'd go to the German-Hungarian church.
I think that's what it was, or the Ukrainians, whatever the fuck it was, we
would go, and
it'd be like me and like 25 cousins, all from the age of like 14 to three.
Terrorizing.
And it was just May, I mean-
Dipping out before communion too.
Yeah.
I'm not sitting in that parking lot, tell you that.
Laughing, just the whole fucking night, people running out, catch a Bernie when
no one's
looking type thing.
Yeah, it was nice.
That was fantastic.
That was Christmas Eve, but then I don't go anymore.
I stopped going to Mass a while ago.
Yeah.
In college, it's like, what are we, what are we, I mean, what are we doing?
But while in college-
A midnight Mass is nice.
It's fun because you're all like, yeah, we're not supposed to be here, we all
came together.
Smell the incense, it's nice.
But, especially when you were in like, freshman in college or whatever, you
come back and you
see like all these people-
That's what I'm talking about.
You're like, oh, look at the-
That's what I'm talking about.
Look at the stems on blondie.
Yeah, no shit.
Yeah.
Look who developed, huh?
You got a nice pair of khakis and a fucking blue blazer on.
Yeah.
Fucking killing it.
Crush you, man.
Looking sharp.
Yeah.
I finally realized what you look like in that jacket.
You look like you sell used Christmas cheer.
On the 26th?
I got two.
You look like you visit lonely people on Christmas and try to make them seem
like everything's
okay.
Man, that was working.
But it just makes it worse.
I might visit that joke on Christmas.
Jacob Marley, huh?
Christmas Calvary.
Fair enough.
What?
The panic on your face that people wouldn't know what you were talking about.
Christmas Carol?
We all familiar with Dickens' work?
Popular poem.
All right, this one's from Gary.
Ever drink all the milk, and he spelled it milk.
Ever drink all the milk Christmas Eve for an excuse to go to the store
Christmas Day and
smoke pot?
I'm telling you, man.
That was big in those days of like, oh, you're playing chess, not chess.
You're fucking, hey, tomorrow we're out.
Someone's like, oh, we're out of taco season.
I'll go.
I'll go.
Like, no, no, no.
Don't make it.
I'll go.
I'll go.
We're out of mus